Walking on the same street (Poem)
Walking on the same street --------------- I walked alone on the same street yesterday which we used to walk every Tuesday, crossing the busy street until the roads meet afternoon sun shinning bright I walked alone between the shades with fall leaves sprinkled along the way. Rows of houses with gardens in-front beautiful flowers welcomed all But I seem to be lost unfazed by the glorious flowers as there was no one to share. I walked alone on the same street which we used to do every week. What we talked on those walks I do not remember a tidbit of that May be it was the long silences broken by few sentences or the sudden stop to smell the flowers. All that I remember is that the flowers spoke the red and yellow fall leaves crinkled when we walked on the same street on Tuesday of each week. ------- Dallas Airport (plane delayed by an hour) 10.19.17