Walking
Walking
Walking
Walking
Occasionally stopping for sustenance, some tapas here,
A bite of Pan or Queso the next time his stomach rumbled.
Simple water accompanied every meal.
The sun strolled along with him. He kept the time by his
shadow and the appearance of those around him.
School children leaving for class in the morning, joggers
and business man up and about around noon, the children return crying their
delight to be freed from their paper and pen prisons. As the sun sets and his
shadow is long behind him he continues through the park, lovers and families
stroll, and as the sun nestles down in the city’s skyline, more sinister
figures emerge to populate the night. He
knows when he comes to the end of this journey he must make a decision. He can
see it in the distance coming closer. He is almost out of time. She’ll be
waiting for him like he asked her.
Did he dare face his shame and swallow his pride?
He had run and hid doing his best to escape the bright
stars, his lover shining among them.
He would hurt her again he felt. This constant going back
and forth pulling away only to pull her closer a moment later healed no wounds
and took no steps forward.
Estrellas. The stars. They shone bright once more in the
clear sky. He could see her in the distance by their light. Watching the children
she wished she could have leave the park as the night came suddenly; probably regretting
every decision she ever had regarding him.
He grew close.
She turned at the sound of his approach.
He softly said her name.
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