every time i walked along your walkway
i would never think that the concrete would begin to miss the pattern of my saunter and the way i would engrave the design of the bottom of my shoe into the ground. out of all those timesi never thought that one day i'd walk back down
and admire from afar the way the pavement would mold back together.
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becoming myself (book 2 to poems)
Poetryi'm still healing and i've learned that that's okay.