Inspired by a poem from my amazing writer friend Ben. But not at all about him.
I saw you there
In that stone
At first, I ignored it
I passed it by on my wayNot giving it another thought
It was there
Creeping over my neck
That sensation to look back
Just to check
I stopped
And looked aheadNot wanting to look back
Yet unable to move forward
Thinking but not recognising
This moment
Would change it all
Then I could see
All too late
That smooth stone
Which I’d passed easilyWas jagged
Treacherous in its benignity
If I’d stepped
If I’d slippedIf I’d looked closer
I would have known
I would have seenYou were there
In that stone