Walk With A Purpose
Your feet sound like four and the trees sound like rain. The streetlight blinks on after you walk under, so you can look back and tell them how you went. There's broken glass in the street that pulses like downed fireflies as you move. Follow, follow, I miss you and I promise you'll feel at home. I daydream at night and I drempt we strode up, met at the corner.
Touch all the leaves you can reach because the textures feel like shaking hand after hand. Run your head thorough pine boughs because the sting on your scalp feels like being alive.