The Breezeway

The sun slowly dips down
Many hours are left
Though time seems to fly
On invisible wings

The breeze is crisp
Blowing the clouds
Across the sky,
Carrying the promise
Of a later rain

The sound of smooth jazz
Echoes through the breezeway
Lending the listener
The feeling of serenity

We just sit there
Enveloped in our thoughts
I with mine
He with his

The questions
The feelings
The hopes
The fears
Churning about

Uncertainty
Mixed with anticipation
Curiosity
Together with understanding

The wind blows my hair
In front of my eyes
As I move it back
I see him watching

He says nothing
But at the same time
Everything
Just watching me

He sits across from me
Leaning back in the cold iron chair
One hand resting under his chin
In complete and utter stillness

His black shoes are worn
From hundreds of miles of walking
With bits of dried mud and water
That also sat in spots along my pants

His legs stretch outwards
With only a small crook in the knee
The slightly faded jeans
Giving a sense of casualness

His shirt is covered by a jacket
One that I had seen him wear many a time before
Now zipped up
Blocking the chilly air

His face is thoughtful
The gust of wind
Blowing his brown hair in front of his eyes
Eyes the color of chocolate

They draw you in
As deep as wells
But as you fall into them,
You feel suspended
As if time itself stops

As my gaze meets his
He leans forward
Assuming the position
Of Rodin’s “Thinker”

I feel so transparent
As if he can see right through me
Read the thoughts
Flitting through my mind

I am content,
However strange that may be,
If he sees what I think
I have nothing to hide

As I walk past him
To another chair
His arms wrap around me
Pulling me in close

He holds me to him
As one would a child
Keeping me warm
Out of the onslaught of the cold

It’s a simple gesture
But not one to be overlooked
To be that close to someone
Is worth more than most realize

A stream of air sneaks through my jacket
Making me tense up
All he does
Is hug me tighter

It dawns on me
That I will never be alone
That people such as him
Will always be there
To see me through all times

To lift me up when I fall,
To bring me out of the clouds
When I get too close to the sun,
To tease me just to make me laugh,
To hold me when I need it most

Times such as this,
When their care for you shows,
Are the times that make life
Worth living for

In his arms,
I know that I am safe