Posts Tagged ‘walk’

The Third

June 10, 2016

The Third

I was not perfect. It was not perfect. Ours was a complicated relationship. We spent a lot of time together. You were lacking something. There was something that you didn’t have and craved very much. I wanted to give that to you; I wished to make you experience the simple things again, like confiding in someone over a cup of coffee or two. We walked the dogs together. We were there for one another.  You were lost in the dark when I met you. The house you lived in was large but it needed cleaning. I loved you. You became my third mother. I wanted to give you more, to make the shadows under your eyes disappear. You were no burden. You were more than my friend and neighbor. You were the me that I am now.

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Walk

July 5, 2012

I walk. I walk miles and miles so I won’t have to think. Looking in beautiful homes, imagining myself being the owner of one or two of these mansions distracts me. It eases my soul. I am not in pain.

The Cart

June 15, 2012

The Cart

I walk. I push my red cart. It is big and bulky. Somebody bought it for me, a total stranger. My belongings—all the belongings I could gather—are inside my cart. The cart has two sides to it, one good, one bad. It is helpful, but it is my jail. I look at people and they look at me. The red cart has invisible bars. They are grim bars. I can’t laugh. I can’t cry. I go on. I keep walking.