Misstep
-How time goes by and leaves, us here with faded memories, a scent that does not easily disappear, all the while the sun continues, traveling down, burrowing itself behind the fallen clouds, leaving behind your wrinkled brow, was it then, indecision, that makes you think back now. The missteps taken in the dusk of day, and how so slowly, in the dying light, you watched the spark of possibility fade away even as your throat choked, longing to cry out, and you swallowed hard, dry -the salty mixture, cascading on your lips, watching the world change through blurry eyes. Even […]