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I travel alone every day.
I wake up every morning,
thinking of how to survive the day again.
Coffe is my first savior.
Trafic already pumps in its usual speed
and I am wondering
if today is the day that I can forget you.
You departed in the foggy morning.
Leaving only memories for me.
We used to travel together,
every day of the week.
The same bus, the same road.
Dark shadow is my companion today.
And each day.
So now I travel alone.
Thinking if how to survive these routes.
Nobody to talk to,
nobody to argue with.
But I’ll be fine.
Today is a good day.
In the distance of my days I see
that at the end
I’ll be fine.
This post was written for https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/tale-weaver-61-departure/
I loved this approach to the prompt…so well done, beautiful poetry….thanks for contributing to the tale weaver…
thank you for kind words 😊
I like this look at overcoming and the promise of thriving
thanks for reading Debi 😊
telling lines indeed “and I am wondering
if today is the day that I can forget you.”
Bittersweet. Yet hopeful. Beautifully done.
thank you very much 😊