Our Trodden Path

by Brianna G. Harte

Here I sit

With photos and writing bits

Recalling those days

When our hands would swing

Between us

Now we’re apart

Waiting until that day comes

When we meet


Walking here in this world

I remember

How you talked

About your dog, sports, and family

Walking along those paths

Your hand stretched to touch mine.

We were so

Awkward for such a time

Though we are still

It’s better than where we came from.

See our journey unfold some more.

Copyright ©2016 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.


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