Post

that wooden post was a mistake
but year and year it stayed
it was a hole on the road,
not their's to make
into anything new
or to remake something old

it got sturdier
it was seen
kids planted flowers
but it leaned

he found it
he took it home and lay her there
she felt safer
just a bit

she was lonely
it was all he could see
so they made a pact
'You don't hurt you, I won't hurt me.'

she was his cane
some days she balanced him
some days he balanced her
she was nothing special, plain

they never really needed it
oh but they did
they never really wanted it
but it was right

that post became a walking stick
to a toy to a cane
to a walker to a friend to a refuge
then back to that lane

and while they parted
she knew deep in her heart
they were both happy
not where they started