one foot in front of the other I walk,
toward the direction of love.
I walk with the confidence of someone
not treading across broken glass or
wading through a river of tears.
yet I am, doing just that.
I can’t feel the pain
over the sound of broken screams.
27 years worth, my mind replays
over and over and over.
anything to silence the memories right?
my feet are crying out for mercy
but they aren’t louder than my broken heart.
onward, toward love.
even if “love” is a slow burn,
at least it’s a quiet one.
I want the quietest one;
a silent love so loud
it quells 27 years of loneliness.
so loud it drowns out the ticking
of the clock telling me my time is up.
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