Walk Unalone

Leave a comment

August 1, 2019 by thewashingteenian

An anonymous submission


 

I’m not much of a singer;

I can’t really carry a tune

you just make me want to sing sweet hymnals to you.

I’ve got this loneliness in me

that tricks me to believe

I’m alone in company.

But you asked me not to leave:

You said,

“It’s a heavy load

and a long way home,

but if we’re together it won’t be so cold.”

Before you

I went alone in hard, shameless light

without a shadow.

Now I move forward knowing you’re behind.

I always want to be okay,

but I’m not always.

You were the first to tell me that’s alright.

Promise you won’t leave when I cry?

After all,

who can really say

if we’ll always be this way?

Holding hands, a little less forsaken?

But when I go back

to walking these streets solo

at my back, I’ll always know

I have your shadow.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: