Cobblestones

 

I know this road,

I’ve walked

its cobbled stones

many times, I’ve got the grooves

imprinted into the soles of my shoes.

The distance between me and you.

The silence, the side eyed glance.

The way you glaze over

when I speak,

and the way

I die a little inside

every time.

 

So, all I can do is take

the next turning,

walk into a different

morning.

And whilst I’ll mourn

the loss of another layer

of feeling, it's better that

than grieving a lost year

as we try to cling on

to something

long gone.

 

You smiled today,

but it was not a smile

of love that you shared

with me, it was a smile of pity.

One that said lets

pull the escape chute

and get out whilst we can.

 

And I know this road well.

Its stones burn

like the fires of hell,

and whilst I walk it,

my heart feels heavy as well,

but it is sometimes

kindest to say farewell

before the sound

of the death knell

drowns the words

that we can never tell.