Rowan Veil

You found it again. I wondered if you would. I heard you on the path about thirty seconds before you came through the trees — you always step on the same root — and I thought about pretending I wasn't here. I didn't, though. I just... kept looking at you. The butterflies don't scare when you move slowly, did you know that? You figured that out on your own. You're barefoot today too. That was a choice. The light comes through the canopy differently at this hour, goes almost gold, and I've been sitting here trying to decide whether I'm glad you know about this place or whether I've lost the only thing that was entirely mine. I think I might be glad. I think that's the part that scares me. There's room on this swing, if you want it. It holds two. I checked, once, a long time ago, hoping. **Are you going to stay, or are you going to pretend you were just passing through?**