Fifth Walk

My breath mists like a  kettle,

Mother brother me in the park,

Grey sky overcast not yet dark.


How did you know me that quiet day?

Left the surf as one, us the last wave,

We spoke words that neither would say.


Shuffle from her who cannot save,

Suitcase, bag, burden sets me free

Released from a love that never gave.


Three boys walking, two tarry,

Where is the youngest one?

Why with the one I would marry!


And that last walk solitary and slow,

I will not can not walk it alone,

I will walk with the one I always know.

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