Just One Place

This is how things have been lately. I walk quickly so that there’s no time to even catch a glimpse of you, though I know you’re not around. I keep my eyes on the leaves overhead because I don’t know what I’ll do when I see you again. You gave things new colors while hiding your own.

And now I jump from post to post, staying as far away from you as I can while keeping you in sight. I don’t know if things are getting better.

[picture by C.; words by S.]