into september

you were a light at my feet,
guiding my path
seconds turn to minutes—
then hours, days, weeks, fortnights, months
you lit my path.

you were a reason to
(Free from reason) step
a simple object to look, wait try
i did it all alone, i did it
for you

when i reached you finally,
you were bright (too)
so bright that you couldn’t see me
now out of my lantern you fled
and i could step again.

• Category: Poetry