~
as he reached the threshold
he hesitated
stopped
breathed in
partially turned
head cocked
breath caught
hand resting on the door
their eyes met
held
each wanting to speak
…silence
she sighed
looked away
he dropped his head
exhaled
pushed open the door
stepped through
walked slowly on
never looking back
it had all been said
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2013
Been there…!
beeeautiful. I echo Barbara: rest up. That’s what I’m about to do.
Lovely work.
This is wonderfully sad and aching with emotions,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/04/06/a-single-suitcase-of-memories/