Shelby

I walked out the door

on this lovely brisk day.

I traveled the paths

I have walked years before.

I have memorized the hills,

the trees,

and the creek.

I know where morning glories

open to speak.

Where hawks land

to whistle and fuss.

I wonder,

however,

if tracing my steps

leaves me empty,

and full of unspoken regrets.

So the path that I’ve walked

with the many dogs in my life,

who joined me in this world

and remain in my heart.

Perhaps we need new paths,

to discover

and forgotten longings that mourn.

A canvas to paint,

a rendition of more.

My parents will be left here,

their ghosts

in the trees,

the grasses,

old buildings

and yes,

inside of me.

I will take a part of them with me,

a fullness of soul.

Waving goodbye

to the many people

and things I have loved.

At my final farewell,

to this small lovely town,

that helped raise me

and gave me a foundational core.

Now is a memory,

somewhat complicated and forlorn.

The pages now rewritten and slightly torn.

I might return here

to reminiscence of the days,

of comings and goings,

the moments of old magic

that happened before.

The past,

however,

is not a good reason to stay.

The only thing

left for me here,

on this day,

in this moment of now,

is a wide open door.

The only begging question,

is where my heart will beat for.

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If life steers you into a dead end road, and you are trying to find your way, skip the GPS, take the road with no traffic. Founder studiO, early morning poet.

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