In this cold weather, love will take a rest.
A reprieve from the constant hurting.
That is what I will be.
Building a home at the sole of my feet.
Leaving a mark carried by the wind.
And the memories will linger
but new ones are being made.
And the sound echoes to carry me along.
Soon the old memories will be just
reminders of the way things were.
There are many paths to take
and roads to pass by.
But for now, I’ll follow me instead.