Following

Your shoes were always way too big, I was too small to fill them. Even now, I cannot be the you I loved. I cannot follow where you walked. My own path, strewn with leaves and dust and rocks, takes me to towns and mountains you have never known. Although you brushed me off as in the way, I carry you inside my bones as I go where you only dreamed.

Your footprints led to life

expected and begrudged.

I took a different road.

published in Alethiology