Outdistancing the pain, or so I thought.
A bunch of misadventures after
moving from bad things to workable to unforseen.

Loved ones leave. Cars break down on old country roads.
If you're strong you survive.
I'll survive this.

I leave the car and my things behind,
and start walking into the wild,
I don't know why.

Trudging thru all the gray thick mud
in these foggy thickets
water sloshing around rubber boots

It's a very long walk across this stream,
yet i remain resolute
sloggin thru for what feels like an hour.

I hear frogs in the distance,
but as I move away the croaks become smaller.
Now I only hear crickets, and its getting dark.

I reach the shore and fall onto
the damp grassy knoll
catching my breath.

I look up and I cant see much
the fog is even more dense
but then theres a stiff breeze

the breeze greets my face with biting cold
my hands go in my pockets
i pull my shirt tighter around me

I see the fog lift and peel away
to reveal an old but comfortable house.
I take steps toward it.

A farmhouse. Abandoned. Forgotten.
Forsaken, like me.
I can see a kitchen light on.

I knock at the door, hoping
whatever residents are here will be kind
to a harmless stranger

The door opens...and I'm greeted
by the sight of a woman my age.
She asks if she can help me.

I tell her my story. Her empathy is appreciated.
She invites me inside.

Hours pass, and we eat, and sit in her living room
as the fire crackles in the hearth.
Our conversation is light, and full of laughter.

I don't know what my future holds,
whether I'll be alone forever, but at this moment,
life has become a small comfort. And I am glad again.

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Again very very pleasant to read JRonin. Keep them coming! Love reading them.

thank you