Last Walk

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.


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