Write-Place

My entry (and winner of November's (24 lines)   Here in the place where our story began  Walk down the road to the house we once knew  Hold onto my hand as we pass by the stream  Keep to the path where the children once ran   Take the latch from the old gate and let it swing free  Follow the trail of the borders of green Take from your pocket the key made of brass  Unlock the door to which was known as the hall  Turn to the stairs which will lead to our room  Pause at the fifth, even sit where I sat while I waited and listened and longed for your call  Climb to the landing that's carpeted grey Look through the window, remember the view  Reach for the handle, turn it sharp to the right  Open the door to the room where we lay   Lie on the bed with your face to the sun Feel the smooth warmth of the blanket and sheets Place your hand on your heart and imagine it’s mine Prove to yourself that the future’s begu...