Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice

Footsteps in the Night

My heart pounded
as I heard the footsteps
walking toward me
like a thief in the night.

I stood there, still,
unable to move,
hoping I would make it
to see another day.

“Hello,” he said.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Ten years had passed
since I last saw him.