they are tired
is my first realization
as i walk in between two men
sandwiched in by other walkers,
tip toeing a straight line
our heads are bowed,
as the evenings stars begin to fade
and a navy blue begins to take their place
heaven forbid they see me cry
the morning haze alongside the scent of sea
is enough to keep us going
"why the sea?"
"so we can fall asleep."
the walking continues
i see something, someone in the distance
out of line
they wave to me, shout, even
but i cannot hear them
"follow me instead!"
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poezieventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
