I left them behind in the frightening cold. With their plans and their dreams and their schemes growing old.
I left for the coast, on a train… In the night. In the drunk and the fog and the delusional fight.
I think of the times and the growth and the snow. And the fears that I held and that long letting go.
There’s a distance between the here and the now. That’s true and its clear and safer somehow.
I walked in your midst and I admit to my awe. You allowed me to be me and I came and I saw.
Dennis Mantin
