Monday, May 24, 2010

Poetry: Walking

When the dust settles,
the streets are clear,
warm rain falls on my head,
tears from the sky.

My shadow is company,
companion and lover,
without a soul or judgment,
the hollow conversation echos.

Aimless walking in the dark,
each step leading somewhere and nowhere,
every footfall seems familiar,
your door stands open.

A cool rush of central air,
mixing in the warmth of a home,
My clammy skin and the heat of yours meet,
my destination reached forever.

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