One Step Behind
It was a rainy night out on the moors
On roan-backed steeds we met
Lost my breath to your steely eyes
And hair so glistening wet.
But now it’s all come to a head
The postures and the lines
Yet you’ll still walk with quiet grace
And me one step behind.
For many years you called me friend
And came to me to weep
You never did once have to fear
For somewhere warm to sleep.
But now it’s all come crashing down
In silence and in sighs
Yet you still stride with smiling face
And me one step behind.
So many times I’d comfort you
Hold you in my bed
Let you brace yourself on me
Then watch you leave with them.
But not my patience has run out
And loss will fade with time,
As will the walks in meadowed vales
With me one step behind.
It’s hard to wish you heartbreak
Or loneliness when old
It’s me that shall not smile
It’s I that has grown cold
But the price of unrequittance
Of letting you inside
Makes my boot splash in the mud,
One step to the side…
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