Would the matter make any difference if we could turn back time, together or apart?
Remove our granite love letter?
Wear sandals for the steps it took to get us here?
Instead of leaden wear steel- toed shoes…
The anonymity becomes unmasked from time to time.
Transgressions…etched forever in stone.
But with every stride…grave indecision, blindfolds my mind.
Conflicted…there is no joy in the ride.
And, no matter the journeys I take…Canterbury Confessions have nowhere to hide.
How remarkable the steps it takes to bury pride.
