pulling from somewhere

i believe you are out there,
or so i hope,
still holding my place,
as all others forsake me.

i keep pulling from somewhere,
the energy it takes,
to weather these storms,
long-gone-forever without you.

i’ve stepped a road yet higher,
than this worn path,
thinking this new vantage point,
will reveal you to me.

but i’m taxed past exhaustion,
scared beyond words,
fighting the darkness as i climb,
needing you to be there … this time.

"Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind." T.S. Elliot