Walking Wildwood
April 21, 2016
July
I did’t question
when she ran
across the tracks
towards the cemetery.
I just tossed the rock
from between the railroad ties
and followed
Holding hands
We wandered
between
well manicured
plots
weaving
fanciful
life stories
for what was
written in stone
Forever?
A question answered
in a long
first
kiss
August
A marriage
two kids
and a boyfriend
on the other side of the country
Still they found
their way
back to the place
under the precarious trestle
they built
It's been forever
A question answered
in a long
secret
kiss
October
The sylvan path
long hidden
forgotten
in ragweed tangles
I walk instead
through the entrance
on cracked tar
covered concrete
notions
of where I expected
life to go
Do you remember
that languid
summer
when we would
lay long
late nights
on the grass
You told me then
to wish
only on stars
that fell towards
Wildwood
We kissed
our lips
so swollen
with questions
of desire
So it is
finally time
to tell you
my answer
you will not hear
you always
knew
yes
Forever
I lay down
my blue
rose
and walk
towards the tracks
NaPoWriMo 2016 #21
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