BOULEVARDS AND AVENUES

Do you remember our pensive, meager strolls
along the boulevards of Creation by my side?
How the absolute cadence in our exacting stride
wore down our shoes and socks to feet for soles?
Could you recognize, then, your own self-control’s
confines from, now, the falseness of your pride?
Or did you presuppose that I would misguide
you, fathomless, into these illusive black holes?

I remember walking, fearfully, somehow treading,
carefully, along perpetual avenues of the unknown.
I recall the breaths I held when facing temptations;
I dwelt deplorably upon my own scraped feet shredding
instead of reciprocating the loyalty You had shown,
rather, lamentably unseeing past inferior fixations.

@kwirb #30Days30Sonnets
September 22nd 2015.