The Lonely Walk Home
After wandering unknown streets,
somehow, I found my way home.
The dark alleys
didn’t scare me,
nor did the late-night walkers
early drunkards
relentless addicts.
I had already been put through the worse possible pain:
heartbreak.
Though the night was dim
the sky grey, the moon pale,
Though I was all alone
no friend, no help
no savior
I was okay.
My mind was too preoccupied
with you
to care about anything that could’ve happened
to me.
The cricket’s song
offered no solace
nor did the owl’s hoot.
The pain in my feet,
my legs,
my heart.
Everything looked sad tonight.
Sagging trees, slouched grass
Dark road, lonely houses.
Nature cried with me.
I left a watery trail
and I found my way home.
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