Blooming
A path once walked
in synchronicity,
now abandoned.
Echoes of memories
reverberates off walls.
I glance at it once more
before turning away,
starting a new chapter.
Something once routine,
now becomes forgotten.
This new path; full of life,
smiles, and growth.
The cracks in the pavement,
reminding me of the lost past,
sprouts with flowers that
promise new beginnings.
Still, at times the wind whispers,
and I catch myself
searching for a shadow
that no longer walks beside me.
I look down, embarrassed,
where the flowers keep blooming,
inviting me away from what was,
and toward what can be.
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