My thoughts had formed as a mist.
I smiled as they grew solid.
I was no longer afraid or sad.

I watched the city from a distance.
As the lights faded I turned away.
I have left my past behind.

The road is open today.
I watch the passing trees.
I do not know my destination.

Today I met some fellow travelers.
We shared our stories.
We forged a common bond.

We have different goals.
We each left a different city behind.
Even so, we met to give each joy.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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