The Thought Walk
though it's yours
you've not seen this road before
the nights alone
the storms blown
the pavement never smooth
the mirror of my youth
you've not seen this road before
until i showed it to you
when i opened the car door
to let you out
and you walked home, angry
in the potholes of my footsteps
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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