Poem: Tracks We Tread

An idealistic person walks through life digesting relationships and experiences and holds on to the nutrition found within them.  It's difficult to predict or to fathom that pointed shared experiences can be so sustaining and everlasting meaningful to one but easily discarded by another.  Regardless of the ending we are left with the growth we obtain from them.  I'm an idealist and like to think that meaningful life happenings are equally worth holding on to for the other party.  This is not always the case.  Or it may be simply that people change and so does what they value...   Either way, for the one that holds, it is a sad pill to swallow.

Tracks We Tread

3-31-14

By: Jessica Cole Robinson

Walking restless

Mental weight

Shifts

To you

Paths we’ve tread

Once dug deep

Now covered by

Time

Where did you go?

Naive

Once I thought

Trails walked together

Could not come to pass

Could not be forgotten

As if we didn’t happen

Once happy to love

Longing for our

Tracks to be visible

Side by side

We created something

Beautiful

Have you forgotten?

A journey

Appreciated

For our passage to once again

Bear fruit

My friend,

The one who enlightened me

To myself and to

A special kind of love

Where are you

And why do you

Remain hidden?