Practice- poem

The visit

The leaves break under my tired feet as I narrow the distance between you and me.
Sweet perfume travels in the air and provides some calm to my still fragile spirit.
Not too much to see in this place, but such a strong meaning for a lot of people.
It has been almost three years since last I saw you.
It is not too long, yet at times the weight of sorrow on my shoulders makes it seem as if decades have passed already.
I suddenly stop. I don’t want to make it there now. Tears start flowing from my eyes like water falling from a fall, but I don’t fight them back anymore.
I can hear the beat of my heart and my body shakes with emotion.
I am here. I made it. I forced myself and I am relieved.
…someone brought you some flowers…I didn’t… but I brought you my most valuable treasure… myself.