Across state borders, Where tears were last shed. Beyond the fields, Which create endless dread. Down the road, Which winds and snakes, Past the park, Which creates heart aches.
A stroll through the town, Beloved and my own. When nostalgia hits, Harder than home.
Thanks for Reading! This poem is part of a larger collection named "In My Feelings" coming out soon. Stay Tuned, Happy New Year, And Lots of Love, - Alexspoetry