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Dec 2012 · 373
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Meg Randall Dec 2012
Stumbling is an expensive word
That describes what I've been doing
Ever since I left you.
Ambling would be an equal synonym,
Meaning wandering aimlessly
The destination having been removed
The goal posts ripped from the ground
And the remaining holes filled with dirt.
My journey lies within the forested overgrowth.
No longer do I climb to craggy peaks
Where the sun breaks out over the horizon
And glows in our eyes.
Where the wind rushes through our hair,
And the blood pumps in our veins.
You have sailed beyond my reach.
You explore new land and conquer her peaks.
Any odd creature encountered in passing
Or flowered vine reaching from the entanglement
Is a welcome distraction from my plodding steps.

— The End —