Golden Glade we climb and they descend

and those spindly spider leg arms wanted to hold, to know there was health in the body before her. in her eyes they would always be those windswept children. lost to the wilds and surviving as only they knew how.

it had led them to other places, other things.

some things forsythia could not leave behind. the lessons learned in childhood seemed to be that.

i could not let you be alone. cooed as she reached to kiss a cheek. it is concern that fuels the thought but only love is in her words. are you? alone, that is.