The Walk

[Truerenigma]

Is the love that obvious?

Poetry is in the mind of the reader.

But for right now I’ll just pretend
he’s walking by my side so long
as frogs sing night unto its end.

If he’s not in this marsh, well then
I’ll search beyond the wood and on.
I will confess and tell my friend
as frogs sing night unto its end.

This made me miss people no longer by my side, and I only miss the ones I love.

Thank you for coming back ella! It's very nice to hear that you connected with the poem.