Sound Avenue Church Photo
I half-heartedly stabbed at the crumbs of your favorite thing.
I’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel the sting in that soft fleshy spot in me that so few people seem to think exists.
I couldn’t blend in at all.
Didn’t.
Is it me that won’t let me, or them?
That old, broken lady on Sound waved at me again today,
so I thought it best to stop to say ‘Hello’.
How many times have I passed her by?
Countless.
Her wrinkled skin, greying on top.
Some bumps and bruises but no doubt, full of memory.
