No Where To Go

Tears blur the lights shining on the street.

Perhaps the rain gutters will catch the overflow.

Each breath is matched with a step, the further I get, the easier it will become.

Keys jingle, leashes clatter, a symphony of people coming home from their day job.

Meanwhile, I’m running away.

Untied shoes will not stop me.

Nothing in hand, I walk.

Walking.

Walking.

Gone.

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