The Lonely Walk Home

After wandering unknown streets, somehow, I found my way home. The dark alleys didn’t scare me, nor did the late-night walkers early drunkards relentless addicts. I had already been put through the worse possible pain: heartbreak. Though the night was dim the sky grey, the moon pale, Though I was all alone no friend, no help no savior I was okay. My mind was too preoccupied with you to care about anything that could’ve happened to me. The cricket’s song offered no solace nor did the owl’s hoot. The pain in my feet, my legs, my heart. Everything looked sad tonight. Sagging trees, slouched grass Dark road, lonely houses. Nature cried with me. I left a watery trail and I found my way home.