The walk

The Walk 

by veronica Ramirez

As i walked you called my name,

i did not look back, i did not feel shame.

"things wont be the same" i said to myself with the 

mindset of being alone. Maybe things will get better or 

maybe never. As i walk, i like to think, but every memory goes by as i blink. 

you were my rock, my stone that would hold me up but in the end 

you let go. 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one is heavy with bitterness. Hopefully, the right lessons were learned. Sometimes the most feeling is delivered in brief packages.