I was a journey of tracks leading to a
vacant lot. Never were my
wheels meant to traverse more than
when they stagnated soundless.
But then you found the embers still
smouldering ever so serene.
Not looking like they needed a breath
to give life to an ending that was certain.
You put your exhalation upon the tracks,
warming the rust of sorrow away.
Where the haunting memories lingered, you gave
them the means to move past the forest of loneliness.
There was no voyage worth a singular motion,
but you showed me the mist wasn't forever.
And together we tracked old tracks cutting deep,
together we healed ever route yesterdays fading.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
I was a journey of tracks leading to a
vacant lot. Never were my
wheels meant to traverse more than
when they stagnated soundless.
But then you found the embers still
smouldering ever so serene.
Not looking like they needed a breath
to give life to an ending that was certain.
You put your exhalation upon the tracks,
warming the rust of sorrow away.
Where the haunting memories lingered, you gave
them the means to move past the forest of loneliness.
There was no voyage worth a singular motion,
but you showed me the mist wasn't forever.
And together we tracked old tracks cutting deep,
together we healed ever route yesterdays fading.
