A lonely walk.

I walk the same way every day;

Past the same three trees,

Nearing the corner I notice the same abandoned hat

The wilting flowers, – no one ever moves them, why is that?

The second house on the right with the cracked paint you keep promising to redo

I first took this walk with you so long ago,

Yet I can remember it like the back of my hand.

The ivy encircling the trees – a bad omen?

 

No birds fly here and you wonder why.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s