I am walking
on a road where everybody is talking.
I am trying to listen to the words
but in an effort to keep up
I am stumbling.
The gravel, as it hits the flesh,
the blood as it starts to drip one drop after the other
drives home a point that I had earlier missed.
“And in the end, we were all just humans…
drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”