Typewriter Series #3048 by Tyler Knott Gregson
A year of what you called
coincidence,
chance encounters I planned
and planned again.
Where you were
was where I had to be.
You found yourself
in some far off, off in some sliver
of wild, some place of peace
in the shadow of tree
and peak. I followed,
listened to your song
as it pointed me back
home.
I found myself
in all you found in me,
called myself warm
as we held each other
through the freeze.
In the shadow of firework
and frost, I followed,
listened to those words
as we spoke them for
the first time.
I will follow,
wherever you may lead,
I will listen,
and I will call you
home.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on September 28, 2020 09:10