Little King of Sorrows
The Walk - Poem by Little King of Sorrows
Went out of my way to forget you today.
'It belongs on the shelf' I reminded myself.
Out of sight, and out of mind. I tried to leave you far behind.
Took a stroll, to clear my head. Found paths we use to walk instead.
A bench behind a wall of stone. I left that thought to sit alone.
Among the sky, my soul was free. A basked in God's serenity.
Atop the hill. The red cross sign. Some memories tried to cut in line.
Broken hearts, beyond repair. I left them in the doctor's care.
Along the park, around the bend. I headed back to town again.
Another way, I need to go. So many spots still claimed your glow.
Another mile, abandoned loss. Represented by the bridge I cross.
Aloof in town. Just being me. I craved an Arizona tea.
As I approach, the nearest store. I'm saddened as I grip the door.
The first time I had entered here. Like yesterday, the vision clear.
A place your mother use to work. Decades before, she was the clerk.
My stomach turns, as well do I. I say a prayer to her up high.
With that I quickly try to think, of something else I'd like to drink.
A concrete road, I follow round. Near a pub, some moments found.
Quickly I surpass their claim.3 lettered bar, familiar name.
This corner building, how long it felt. Left feelings in the snow to melt.
A beautiful sight is now in reach. Like oasis amid a desert beach.
Many years I knew this place. Thoughts of you now interlace. I'll leave the beer within it's case.
Nowhere to go, no place to run. So I guess I'll accept this lonely fun.
As spring is surely on it's way. Reminding my soul to dance and play.
Throughout this town, we blazed our trails. They're some of my most favorite tales.
Off and on we had our times. As they come to me in scattered rhymes.
I'll leave them here upon the page. Remembering that this world's a stage.
Another act unlike before. The decade I've been waiting for.
Without you, its sad to think. Our time is gone, a tearful blink. Or is there more, a smile and wink.
This moment I can't sit and wait. I leave it up to time and fate. Forever expires no specific date. Life goes on. I'm running late.
But as I live and days go by. Upon that shelf our memories lie. Polished and treasured until I die.Refusing myself to say Goodbye.
© 2013 L.K.Sorrows
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