Once the witch walked down this path, she would see love.
“I will see you again”, the witch whispered, carefully eyeing the path.
The path was here yesterday.
The path is here now.
But how to know that is not gonna crack?
How to know that it is not gonna crumble?
Or disappear?
Is walking it down 1000 times enough?
Enough to trust?
Enough to know?
Because the witch has seen those that cracked.
She has seen those that crumbled.
Her eyes saw those that disappeared.
Their view could tell.
Their view remembered.
Remembered the path to her love.
How it had been paved with wild leaves and rain.
How it had tasted like cinnamon and wine!
“Will eating this waffle bring you back?”
Will tasting love again mean following old steps and having these tastes on the tongue again?
“How do I know? Because I need to know!”
I need to know that the sun is going to rise tomorrow, for me to close my eyes tonight.
I need to know the flowers will blossom once more, to survive the shorter days without a breaking heart.
“I need to know that I will see you again, but how do I know?”
“Yes, how do you know without even trusting your own steps?”, my witch giggles into our cup of coffee.
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Mistress witch writes 
I love this…
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Thanks so much! It means a lot to me!
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