Took a walk
Down the path
We used to,
In silence dreading those same steps.
With each crackle and crunch of the leaves
Under my feet,
Suited in boots for the season
I reflect.
Tears fall despite my grip
Trying to hold onto them,
As if their flow
Has any affect upon anything.
Perhaps the walk
And the tears shed,
Not grief
But hope!
As if one sunny afternoon
Not so far from now,
Will bring you back to the spot
Where the trees rustled, rabbits and squirrels frolicked
And we held hands under the beauty of it all.
Who is that homeless girl? 