Saul WilliamsI laced my shoes with sorrowand walked a weary roaddead end streetsdon't come undonewith double knots wing tipped shoesthat walk on airthrough vacant lots
About This Quote
This is a poem by Mary Oliver that expresses the sadness of losing someone close. The image it paints is one of walking through a city that no longer has any trace of the person you loved, not even a single footprint to mark their passage. You can feel your surroundings and see your loved one, but you’re not her. You’re just walking through the world alone.
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