Take the path

past the old school

where we used to lie

in the field

and gaze up at the sky.

-

Take the path

that runs through the trees

and their burning leaves

will fall and crush

beneath you.

-

Take the path

to the stone bridge

and take a moment

to wonder

why you didn’t

kiss me there.

-

Take the path

over the field

we ran through

as lightening crashed and

meet me

in the alcove

of the apple tree

that hangs over the river.

-

Then take

what you never took

before. You

won’t be stealing.

I promise.