The cross-town walk home kills me everytime, when weaving through parkland, my pysche wanders a different path <br />l replay those moments, short and sweet and salty and the laughter pealing from a rain-stained face as l watch you exist, beautifully, but <br />l'm scared, so scared. <br />The cross-town walk gnaws at my chilling bones and the way l say 'belly' echoes in my ears as l imagine mine growing <br />but it can't <br />it shouldn't <br />l'll pray for it not. <br />The cross-town walk walks off a baby, <br />walks off a maybe, <br />walks off my fear, <br />walks my heart clear <br />and walks you no longer near.<br /><br />Effie Yalena Steyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cross-town-walk-home/
