Sand. in Poetry by Me
- Sept. 3, 2015, 7:06 a.m.
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It had been a smooth path
When suddenly there was
A boulder in the road
And we stopped
Could we go around it?
Over it?
Blast through it?
Instead you walked away
Abandoned our path
As I turned to go back
Alone
I glanced over my shoulder
Only to see
Not a boulder
Not a rock
Not even a pebble
A tiny grain of sand
Last updated September 03, 2015
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patrisha ⋅ September 03, 2015
Ouch. I've been there. I have also been the one who walked away.
Bumbly ⋅ September 03, 2015