Penelope

Off in the distance
you are standing on a road
in the shadow of mountains.
I want so badly
to reach out and grab your hand.
From where I'm standing
I can barely tell you're there.

I take the first step
Try not to stumble
Dark clouds begin to gather
Thunder is shaking the earth
My destination keeps me treading
Nervous
Uncertain
I pace along
I take the last step...

An imprint is all
that marks the spot where you stood
in the shadow of mountains.
I want so badly
to give you all my reasons.
But that's hard to do
when you've up and
Disappeared.