Walking Alone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
My first work in a while, and, to be quite honest, one of the most sincere that I've written.

If you see this, then I'm sorry I couldn't, and can't, be there when it would've mattered most. I promise I'll make it up someday.

-Yours,
Dan

Submitted: October 17, 2018

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Walking Alone

 

I can’t ever stay in one place.

If I wanted it, and I wasn’t wanted here,

I would go.

And so I am walking alone.

 

I am hunger,

I am anger,

I am here.

I was there.

 

The usual greets me,

Smoke and strange dialects.

I have my favorite,

Something I have yet to try.

 

I finish,

And I go.

 

The sun has been extinguished,

And the brightest thing here is the fire on the mountain.

I look back towards the road I left,

And ahead where my shadow is always ahead of me.

 

I am fear,

I am lust,

I was there.

And now I am here.

 

An aroma beckoned me,

Slowing my pace.

Ancient Stones set in,

And the wind ceased to pass.

 

The sky cleared, and ahead,

That same mountain.

Yet, a distinct figure,

More than a blurred outline.

It was us all along,

Falling in and out of the years again.

Just like we always did.

 

I stifled a tear from falling in the same way,

The same way I had fallen for its beauty.

Lights went past,

People walked on,

Doors swung shut,

And still I stood there,

Tantalus to the fruit before me.

 

Reminiscence,

Nostalgia.

 

It reminded me of the safety of the lie,

The lies I once told myself.

That if I could but stand atop that distant figure,

Then the world would pass under me.

 

I kept this deep inside,

And tucked it away for the morning wake.

I would never tell anybody myself,

But resolved to fixate it where others could see.

 

...

 

I thought I saw your eyes in the fires on the mountain.

But turning back, realized they were no more than lights,

Illuminating the top where I saw myself, fulfilled.

 

And that is why I’m walking alone.

 


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