Walking down a lonely road

The Paths of the Spirit

I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish time wasn’t walking along,
Seeing faces and places;
Reminders of home.

There is snow on the signposts,
Autumn’s clutter in the guts,
Beaten down tracks of
asphalt and stone.

I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish I wasn’t walking alone,
Seeing White-painted crossings
faded and gone.

There are Untouched skipping stones
in sea-washed harbors,
And crab traps left
to yellow and grow old.

I’m walking down a lonely road
Where possibilities’ shop
Has long been closed down,
Leaving only in its wake
Miles and miles of unclaimed love.

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