walk slow with me
cause love isn't easy
my heart is haunted by
the ghosts of pain
torn through
leaving weak and brittle pieces
glued together.

walk slow
through the rain
at night
as we look at houses
and talk long winded talks
about all the heavy subjects
children
talk about.

we run and we fall
scraping knees
and bruising egos
and making a huge mess of
a once good thing.

walk slow
i begged
but you had to run
to jump
leap and fly
and now
it's all behind you
a misty dream that may
or may not have
really happened.

and still i stroll along
wondering when
if ever
you'll come back
and tell tall tales
of all those wonderful things
you saw
way up there in the sky.