This time, I believe I am calmer as
I look out across the mine-field that is
this future. I feel potential for so many
paths, it is impossible to gauge the
possibilities - I will not try.

I see, on my temporal landscape,
a feature gone previously unnoticed,
a common knowledge passed from rock
to tree, still too encrypted to see, but
as present as the person before me.

He is calmer too, I think there is a stillness
in his gaze, though not his heart, that catches
so fast it's hard not to wonder what fuelled my
panic, last time round. Then I was affronted -
aggressive, with this poignant idea;

self-preservation denied me yet another
risk, another chance to prove my 'fates'
wrong. The meaning in each step leaves
behind insurance, even when the touch-
mark fades; like his smell, left upon a pillow,

which fills my head, and colours in my dreams.