Walking Forever Poem by Eric Cockrell

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it seemed to him
that he'd been walking forever...
the night was brisk and cool....

a half moon, and a few stars.
every step he took he let go
of something else....

all the things he'd thought he needed....
all the things that got in the way!
pride, hurt, anger, need, and

all the images he had of what should be.....
he walked up to the door, and knocked....
she opened the door just a crack...

'what do you want? '
'i just want to hold you,
to feel you close...

to smell your smell,
to taste your taste....
to listen to you breathe

in the darkness...
to hold you while you sleep....
that's all i want,

and the world can go to hell! '

she opened the door,
...and let him in!