all I did was reach for you and for my breath. I wandered that tree-lined street just to feel you close to me again. to be near to the idea and the memory to feed the empty and listen for the dream. I was in search of the familiar and you were definitely that. so close to perfect that it was exhausting for both of us. but mostly for you, I’m sure. where do we walk from here the trees aren’t our trees anymore these dreams aren’t our dreams I no longer sing your songs or climb those steps to your open arms And your hidden heart.
Poem and photo by KA.
Photo: Desert Road, North Island, NZ
