RHYME Poem: Tracks, by Justice Vespo

Your smile is in memory,
Your mind I ponder.
In your eyes I search,
For something fonder.
Yet, I am at a dead end,
A log in the road,
And in my throat,
I croak like a toad.
What was once mine, now ceases.
I stand here, no smile
But, my mouth still creases.
I am empty and still,
A void appears that can’t be filled.
You stare back,
A deer in headlights.
Now, there are still tracks on my path.
But, not as prominent as the last.
There are new tracks on the road.
And, I wonder on your new path,
How far will you go?

November 6 2024

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