A Walk at night.

I crept back home after a long walk on the beach; 
It was like I never left.
I was still standing in the same space I had been before the walk,
but something in me had changed.
I had changed,
I wasn’t the same.
Spoke less, 
had no appetite for food,
Paid no mind to wine
I love wine.
It takes me there, to that place of; "I don’t care"
Not today though; 
I cared.
I was falling apart.
I just couldn’t bring myself to open up about what had happened.
Something had happened the night before.
Something happened to me. 
So, after the walk on the beach; 
I crept back into my place of solace. 
When I crashed into a door and tripped.
There was someone there to hold me up.
That someone approached and took my hand.
She looked into my eyes and said;
whether or not you let me in, 
I am here.
A hug and a kiss followed 
… …

H. H. Lyonga