B is for Walking Home

The places my mind goes i cannot follow
So i breathe a laboured breath;
Keep these hands under my sheets.
The ambiguity of my actions led me to...
A lone nes'
There is no warmth on this planet.
iFroze.
The further away from the Son iWent
iFroze.
Rejected His Light and Her Gravitational Pull
...collective comfort...
My mind stores up the "shouldas"
And often hitchhikes to warmer climates.
Like maybe the birth of my child,
Or dancing with my lover.
Places iRefuse to go.

© Tracy J Hutchings 12:07:10

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