It all ended with you.
Or perhaps this is where it all began.
You see now I am a chaser.
Some may call me a wanderer,
but all I am doing is pulling up wildflowers.
I long to see their roadway roots
between my fingertips.
Feel how the earth allowed them to grow so wild.
How this is the reason
for their simple existence.
I long to memorize how I can become this too.
If their petals were to look up at me,
they would see I am still chasing answers.
I’m still following my roots
looking for a place to properly grow.
My stems have walked to the edge of the world and back.
Each step heavier than the next.
With each city I find,
I search for a crack to sink into.
But the sidewalks always seem so full.