Wanderlust and Old Love
It was just time for it
and the feet had their way
so I did it without a thought,
and with a thousand new thoughts
wandered away.
I walked away just like that
and I returned again walking,
stopping just beside you
at sunset.
You didn’t move
or even look my way
yet the air grew warm
and the sky held a more subtle hue.
–by Red Haircrow
August 2010
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