walk till I am weak
Finally the avalanche
of thoughts
stop.
A sigh of relief,
a week of no peace.
A week that digs deep.
The smell of spring, the warmth.
It’s funny– it feels like freedom.
Yet seasoned with grief.
Reminds me of when we got,
to first know each other.
Now you’re gone.
Probably forever.
I walk till my feet turn blue,
my knees weak,
my hips ache.
I walk till I hear silence.
Till my breath has a beat.
Till I see again.
Till I’m too tired to think.
Till the sun beats down,
drying out my pores.
Telling it I’m sorry.
Pleading it my woes.
Forcing me to let go.
