Dirty pavements walk it’s lonely journey
in black and white.

Seasons pass on your stranded lips,
only to open and swallow you whole.

Cars pass, not a notice of your presence,
just that of their hungry lives.

Their breaths wave at you, slapping
you in the face.

The sun warms your surface, never
the embrace of a hug.

The wind pushes you alone, a long
forgotten touch, but never gets
you where you need to go…

You hitch for the company, expressions
never find their way to faces…

Days pass in weary shadows, death
the forgiveness you need.

Leaves the reminder of memories gone,
snow the renewal, flowers that will never
adorn your grave.