Elucidating Questions

I watch cyclists

Rollerbladers

I have enough trouble standing on my own two feet I envy their speed but

My own two feet

Less wheels less blades less balancing

Like every step is above pointed toes and my heels don’t touch the ground.

Tiptoes everywhere

Flat footed wooden places.

The forest is the only place I can walk

I don’t fall in the dirt and I can hear every step echoed back from the dirt clay granite clay dirt

Thump

Down the path no slipping or sliding no wheels.

Waiting for another day when my too weak ankles drop me and I limp from place to place

The physical representation of myself

Broken and held in place.

I loved loving him

I loved loving him so much that I know I’ll never have love like that again.

He was everything.

I wanted to walk through the dirt paths together.

Together

Just once

Why wouldn’t he walk with me?