penultimate

Thank you for introducing me to the place I'd never been. Since, I've gone there many times and even shown a few friends. Some had even been there before.

It was a nice place to reflect. It was hard not to find a source of comfort sitting there, watching everyone so confused below in the city. When I was there I wasn't part of the messes everyone else made, or even my own. I'd go at lunchtime or late at night, blinded by the brightness of the day or lack thereof--just walking. It was never the planned destination but it became it anyway.

I wandered over there today in the rain but the path was gone. Lost, wet, and confused I scrambled around the area vainly searching for a way in. Nothing. All the carvings, firewood, and broken glass appeared to have vanished into the wind. Everything had been erased.

I know I'll find it again. Probably in the same way as before. Next time I don't think I'll show anyone. Next time I'll mark the entrance, next time I'll build a cairn, next time I won't lose it, I know.

Because I miss that place.