I used to have someone to walk with me
Now I don't.
It is as if I woke one morning, stepped outside,
and the familiar was gone.
I'm bewildered.
stunned.
Not knowing what to think.
Confused.
So I walk.
It is better than staring at the walls.
I walk.
Four miles one day.
Six another.
I walk.
It doesn't help fill the hole.
But it gives my mind something to do with the bewilderment.
I walk.
Today, a change - I biked.
Twelve miles.
Instead of step, step, step,
pedal, pedal, pedal.
No aim. No goal.
Only one more step.
It keeps me busy.
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