RELATIONSHIP Poem: On the Landing, by Eileen Moynihan

A man in a tweed coat climbs the stairs,
We meet on the landing and lock eyes,
We recognize each other’s soul,
A special man who draws me in.
I feel a connection deep and sincere,
In that moment our love is real.
We reach forward to connect,
For a touch longed for so much;
But someone comes, and I hide
Him in the dark room beside me.
When I go to open the door,
He pulls me in and we embrace;
I melt in his arms for an eternity,
In the dark room,
Beside the landing,
At the top of the stairs…

And then I wake…

( Eileen Moynihan)