Chances

 I saw the arches beyond a sky with crimson clouds. A single stairstep beckoned me, but my feet held firm. 

I heard the faint music of a flute and caught a glimpse of a white wing.

A figure appeared but only in shadows, and his presence humbled me.

No words were spoken, yet I heard him weeping.

Then he was gone, and a loneliness enveloped me I could not shake.

I didn't want life without him, but I fear he has given me too many chances, and I've broken every bridge.

The sky was black now, and all I saw and heard was silent and gone in a whisper. On bended knees, I begged for forgiveness, and although I was not worthy, I felt a sense of relief knowing he had given me a glimpse of tomorrow and yet another chance.

Mike 2024