There’s just something about that word.
can send chills down my spine,
Like no other I’ve ever heard.
I fear its finality,
The way it can sound like a cold clank,
like a jail cell slamming shut.
Caging me in….for always.
Other times, I bask in its comfort
It’s the soft thud of a door,
shutting out the cold outside.
Inviting you to sit by the fire.
And feel at peace…for always.
Sometimes it means to be gone forever
The ending of a story
The closing of a book.
Never again to have another look.
But sometimes, it means Always with you.
You who make always seem like home
Without you, I couldn’t comprehend what that could be
That always could mean finally being set free.