Nestled in the arms of a foothill, discomfort is aware of my ache.
Though the sky etches out a glorious sun…is it forsaken?
There is no warmth from the ground below.
I push this transition further and further into the granite strings to my heart.
Whether heaven be above awash in blue hue or…below in what is home.
Remorse prefer I walk alone.
On a rare, cobalt, sky day, amid the northern sky.
intrinsically, it is elementary to forgive, forget…
Gliding around and, beyond with little guidance.
Passing other souls on other shores.
Some are acquaintances known…
Known a little less.
Known a little more.
All of us of bilateral sex.
Oblivious to our time together.
In one manner or another, I am given the skeleton key to a friend’s door.
My entry inside is fleeting.
Sadness stains the walls.
A pounding fist of heartache…permits no other sounds.
Always a walk to remember.
Beginning with a day, azure blue.
Into another’s sad room.