“Stop looking over your shoulder”

The paths we walked are long since buried, under sand and snow and my own promise. I didn’t want forgive, it broke me those moments. And like all my promises regarding this, they are always forgotten.

There was a time I would happily walk backwards, I would fall asleep scheming of ways to retrace, retrace. It breaks my heart to know I’m too old and wise to be that impulsive little girl…too jaded too lonely. My feet have outgrown those footprints…

I always promised myself better

I don’t want that legacy that sleeve…

At times I miss that girl…the one that would do anything…now there are ticktock commitments, ovulation kits and gold…all my good stories are gone now.

When did I grow up?