The Road

upon the road
I came across a paper
written, typed – some parts, illegible
the paragraphs and incomplete sentences
indicating someone
had passed away
where, now –
that was all unclear
the part that was clear
was the grief -the pangs of loneliness
left behind for the bearer
this torch fate now handed to me—
why me?
clutching the words as if
an orphaned child
I ran and ran
the torch burning
I repeating, “don’t cry, don’t cry”
to who?
a piece of paper
there was no one - just me -
and the road - and the words -
we cried together

bkmackenzie
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