I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish time wasn’t walking along,
Seeing faces and places;
Reminders of home.
There is snow on the signposts,
Autumn’s clutter in the guts,
Beaten down tracks of
Asphalt and stone.
I’m walking down a lonely road
I wish I wasn’t walking alone,
Seeing white-painted crossings
Faded and gone.
There are untouched skipping stones
In sea-washed harbors,
And crab traps left
To yellow and grow old.
I’m walking down a lonely road
Where possibilities’ shop
Has long since been closed,
Leaving only in its wake
Miles and miles of unclaimed love.
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