Solanthophile

It’s a cruel truth — some crossroads don’t offer a “better” way, only different kinds of emptiness.🍁

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IF YOU HEAR❤️

I walk slowly, it's just who I am,

No shame in my pace, no need for a plan.

From the start, with Mom and Dad,

I'd walk in the middle, and that made me glad.

They'd walk ahead, or lag behind,

But there I was, just taking my time.

Friends and relatives, they'd ask me why,

"Why so slow?" they'd wonder, oh my!

I never answered, didn't really care,

Tried to walk fast, but it wasn't fair.

One said, "Girls walk slow," with no reason or rhyme,

But I knew better, it didn't feel right at the time.

Then came someone, special to me,

Who understood my pace, and what it could be.

I asked them, "Do you walk fast or slow?"

They said, "Quick, but I'm learning to go slow."

"I'll walk beside you, step by step,

Matching your rhythm, with no regret."

And now my heart, it melts and falls,

For this person who answers my soul's calls.

I want to say, with the moon up high,

"The moon is so lovely, isn't it, sky?"