To feel like crying
wouldn't feel so sad
so hard
and rough

like that cemented road we walk down.

It always took too long
to trollop to the shade

I cannot bear the heat so
you hold up a hand to shelter me.
to block me from the sun.

and
I only remember blackberries
and those little white flowers
that always overgrow the path.

Tell me how you do it,
tell me how you can overgrow
overpower
fade
a rolling path
of memories.

To feel like crying wouldn't be so sad.