Three Steps From Heaven - SCP Foundation

"We'll be together again, soon."

by SynthPanda_

It takes me three steps to find you,

three

long,

arduous,

nervous

steps.

I

The first is the hardest.

I step in the car of a brusque driver,

ignorant of my final destination

and the journey he is assisting,

but detesting it nonetheless.

Small worlds often have the strongest gravity,

sending nails which dig into your flesh,

trying to keep you pinned to the earth,

even when your reprieve is finite,

still a victim of a place once called home.

There's a spot on the night-cold road,

where one lane changes to three, then four,

and all but the brightest stars,

are washed out by the allure of the big city,

of the world which allows for my disappearance,

if just for a moment.

II

To me the station is muddled and

confused, but really it is a living creation beyond

my scale, a convoluted machine serving destinations to

the frenzy of people, which can ignore the goals of a

small, irrelevant thing such as myself.

I travel down halls being trampled

by people, all riding one way or

another, until I find the loose association of

explorers, following the same rail as I.

As I sit in the thoroughly packed shuttle,

I wonder if I am the only one here

who has never been on Lampeter alone,

who has never traveled without

the all-knowing gaze of their guardian.

I wonder what those surrounding me

are striking out for.

Work? Family? Leisure?

Surely none are traveling

for something as silly as love.

Then,

the train lurches forward,

and my doubts are burned away,

as fuel for the sleek train's journey.

III

I thought entering another atmosphere alone would be momentous.

There is no indication when we pass.

No change in the air, no drop in my stomach,

just the sound of wheels on track,

and stars filling the moonless sky,

which I can hardly see

through the train's tiny windows.

I know I am somewhere new when I reach the station,

and am told not to leave the building,

for the heat can boil a man alive in hours,

while the sandy air could choke him in seconds.

I miss my temperate home, for a moment.

At least there are fresh air and cold winters.

But my mourning is cut short

as the intercom blares to life, startling me

and announcing my next train's arrival.

I feel my heart burn bright,

because it knows it will soon be yours.

I blink, and a whole new universe has been revealed.

So many steps stand between

myself and

You,

my anchor in a sea of stars,

my warmth in an icy void.

Though last we last met

when two elements

first became hundreds,

once we enter the motel,

I slip into your arms

and It's like we never parted.

Our gravity pulls us

across

waves,

stars,

and city streets.

a connection space can hinder,

but never sever.

One day my journey to you

will be as simple as waking up

and stirring in your arms.

I wish it were coming sooner.

But for now,

let's thank the stars

for our love,

three steps from Heaven.