The wooden bridge is unsteady, a storm approaching
I look left, the forest looks back at me
I hear the trees rustle, inviting me
into the fog, the uncertainty, the unknown
A warm breeze caresses my cheek to my right,
and there you stand
With your green needy eyes, your gaze burning me
Comfort and familiarity painted on your face
Decision weighs on my chest, heavy
My heart aches for what coul...
