Decades later
When the distance would have faded and the memories evaporated,
I will come again
To stand at this place, to breathe in this air, to relive everything that transpired one January morning
I will take that trip again,
This time you will not be there to guide me, to scold me and pull me away when I go too close to the edge or to buy me that steaming cup of tea and indulge in all of my whims.
This time I will go on, alone, with your memories safely locked away.
The place will be the same, maybe the tress will have aged somewhat, maybe the air will be a bit more crisp, and the snow will fall a little harder than it did that day.
Remember how we stood amidst the snowfall, clciking pictures; Me, running around wildly and you scolding me and asking me to come back.
Little did I know this would be our last trip together, the last time that I would ever sit beside you while you point to those distant mountain ranges and talk of setlling there.
Remember, how fierce the wind blew that day when we went up to the highest point?
How clear the skies were,
I wish you could see us from wherever you are. I wanted to go here once more with you, to show you that rope bridge, that monastery, that mountain, and point out all that you had missed.
I wish you were still here with us, laughing and planning the next trip.
