There are the days you walk remembering
Grey clouds threatening rain unseen
Just the haze of a different sidewalk, another time, what seems like another's life passing by but it's only the past, snatches of forgotten memories, faces like dancing angels in the winds
A lonesome walk across an island, no destination in mind just walking, forgetting and remembering until the faraway city is only a blur and suddenly you're at an airport listening to the jets roar but you are not going anywhere, not this time
Black walkers on clay and asphalt, workmen digging up a road
but you are just passing by on your way to no-where.
And suddenly in the veil of movement a fragile face appears. It is someone that you loved once and all movement stops. You raise your face toward Valhalla, toward heaven, toward paradise, and you see her as she was before your eternal walk. Perhaps you call out her name and hope for an answer but no answer comes and so you walk as you always have
A touch of rain on flesh, warm and soothing
You whisper her name