Wayward on the Wayside

I had begun suffering without haste…

leaving all mobility to waste.

imageedit_8_5935175318Still She had known.

Inside a self-made tunnel?

A raw and unlit…

presence accepted her place.

How long a month’s journey…can be?

Quick and poisonous, had asserted my double vision.

One road was all there had been to see.

Through worded purge…She was the better the part of me.

Between miles and their markers…she!

I had been missing the foliage.

The reflective winds.

The blissful trees.


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