I followed you down the stone placed stairs
into cold steps where only one goes.
I went as far as I could go
into a corridor time chose.
You labored as you continued on,
I listened and denied.
You started to disappear in time
leaving me at the steps to cry.
A tomb, walls, so cold, detached
shadows from the past.
I wait until it is my turn,
and will follow you in your shadow cast.
© CMM 2011