Overcast Skies
And An
Overcast Heart
The air hung heavy in the overcast sky;
I walked along the crowded streets,
weaving in and out
between the nameless faces
whose pace I was forced to keep.
Without a particular destination,
I put one foot in front of the other,
trusting I would find my way.
Reminding myself that just because
I did not know where I was going,
did not mean that I was lost.
There was still the faintest of memories,
of what had been between us;
but the sights, sounds and smells
grew weaker as I walked.
I did wonder,
for the briefest of moments,
if I wanted to forget or to remember
who you had once been to me?
I am not as silly as you think.
I know that what matters most to me
is entirely unimportant to you.
You see me as a wondering fool;
but I am found in the streets
and in their stories.
I see what can only be seen
when you step outside
and into the world unknown,
where the pavement pushes up,
against the sole of your shoes
and you stop to speak
to even those who are without words.
So few can or will
understand what it is that I treasure
but that alone cannot mean
that my world is without worth.
I wish you well,
with each step I take
and I remember that once,
for the briefest of moments
you saw me as I saw you,
and we lived in a world
where there was room for both
what mattered to you and to me.
I shall continue to walk
in the overcast skies
with my overcast heart
and trust that each step
will bring me closer
to the unknown destination
where when I will finally lay my head to rest.
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~
