I Walk Where You Walk

A Prose Poem

Photo by Victoria Rokita on Unsplash

I walk as you have walked. With leather footsteps that leave no footprints on the pavement. I walk as you have walked. Woven and unwoven around traffic lights and side streets. I stand as you have stood at the mouth of the concrete monolith. Doors open to elevators that want to go up but I want to wait for you.
This is our city of wind. Our city of rain. Our Winter thoughts must dig deep into the promise…