two feet carried me further and further away
away from him, from memories, from myself
two feet carried me to the banks of the river
river of tears, rivers of fear,
Tennessee River
and a fresh new start
two feet carried me, but the mouth of memories
came flooding back. his mouth. mine. and two feet
two feet cemented roots deep in the presence of him
two feet, whiskey neat, and i can still taste the loss
of him.
2 thoughts on “two feet — Day 1”
Grace,
This is so authentic and real. For all the walking away I do, don’t really get far.
Indeed. Same. Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment 🖤