the stone paved sidewalk
seemed more like
a sticky quicksand
burying me in
with the steep
cold lines of water
falling from the sky
with no hope
and no future
and no life
people always leave.
it's a terrifying
idea but it's true
but i didn't believe it otherwise.
because she's there,
because she's back
walking, sprinting, running
towards this stupid little
boy who thought that
a b a n d o n m e n t
was normal and
he was not.
but she was there.
holding a white parasol
against the grey mist.
it kept me from sinking.
s h e kept me from sinking.
YOU ARE READING
Twenty
Poetry❝ Blow out all the candles, you're too old to be so shy. ❞ © nate k. 2014
