footsteps to nowhere

no longer confined to dreams

walking in daylight

moonlight

firelight

fog

see this world in all its

glory?

grasp the hand of the

wicked heart

the one that let us down

when we failed to count the cost

walking alone or

walking together

taking the time to

stop and smell the

ros…smoke.

grasping each footstep

differently, softly

leaving  the door open

and shooing the memories out

(were you born in a barn?)

I dialed 7 digits and waited for words

but the ringing in my ear

wouldn’t stop

so I walked on,

and I walked alone