Where to go when your world is ending
A Couples Retreat
We drove up the snowy, winding road
towards the cozy A-frame cabin.
I have to notice the trees that tower above
our car, and
the hazy cabins in the distance
that have nestled into snowdrifts, and
the snowcapped tips of the mountains
that we can see even as we drive up them.
I lean in
too close to the car window
and when we turn into the driveway
the gasp I let out shrouds the view in mist.
I think, as we shrug on packs and
trudge up the walk, that this place could make the difference.
This place could be where it all changes
or crumbles apart. This cabin
our saving grace, a new kind of glue, kintsugi to our
broken bowl of a relationship.
This might be the place we are reworked,
reborn, and reforged.
When we leave, I’ll be able to reach for a hand
and have one capture mine without
hesitation.
I look at them ahead of me by a few paces,
snow boots dusted white and pants already dampened
by the weather, and let
the hope win out.
This will be our place.
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Comments (1)
This is great. Love how you got the inspiration from the prompt.