घुड़सवार

Remember that time when we stood on the shore

and the light in the trees was a place we could enter,

and the old dog running ahead of us was a presence for us

to follow, and the wide sky overhead was the measure of our desire?

I remember the season, the green of the grass

and the softness of the air,

and I remember you standing beside me,

your hand in mine, your eyes filled with

the promise of forever.

But the seasons have changed, and the light

in the trees has faded, replaced by shadows

and echoes of what once was. The old dog is gone,

and the wide sky overhead is empty and grey.