Seasons - Without Pause
the seasons pass dutifully around her
slow sphere of cycles turning
jeans with forgotten poems in the pockets
fade, her face gains lines that map out
the long hard road, and her dusty boots
get dustier as she walks without pause
spinning,
wash rinse spin repeat
the days, the months pass and collect
puddles, oceans inside never feeling full
and she sheds her skin again
and again, heavy and weathered
blistered from the sun; another layer, new
tougher than the previous one
her hope is tucked away quiet in her heart
the only thing solid in the constant evolvement
her hope, a rock with his name written on it
as sharp as the day she scribbled it after asking,
'what's your name?'
while thinking, never leave me
i could love you
as unfading as the memories tattooed on her soul
still fresh from so many seasons ago
these things keep her going as she walks
with purpose, dutifully
without pause
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