walking on an ice bridge

Dos

I walk down the same paths where the memories of us care freely rejocing await my presence. Where i use to throw my head back laughing with our bodies in sync, barely noticing others. But now my hands glued to my phone and my head down off to the side. Doing so i hope i can walk on the ledge of these memories so that i fall out of them. I spare my energy into looking up knowing that I'd be putting myself up for despare. I find myself pausing at the moments in time where we stayed the most, i try to advoid any of this but sadly its not an option. We were posters scattered everywhere. And now im the outdated flyer crumpled in the cracks of the floor.