She was there when I was the rain, splashing down over the riverbank, or haunting the halls after his untimely loss. We had danced this dance before, and I had expected that the time for it had long passed. But as the high heat of Summer slipped into fall, she slide in behind me, solid, dependable, present in a way I had never known a woman to be. I am not sure where this road will lead us, for sometimes in the excitement and clatter I barely remember my own name. During such chaos, it helps when each time her skin brushes mine, I feel an anchoring, a coming home. There is a promise in that touch that I still haven't unlocked, yet I know with each jolt of pleased surprise, we are building Something I thought impossible. Who would of thought that me of the thousand year stares and riverbank eyes could hold someone so calm and not bring both us sinking to silty earth.
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