This blank space
I am talking to
it is cold.
I wonder of my
Misstep
Mistake
Mistook
Not knowing
Just feeling
expressing, prospecting.
Innocent but guilty
transgression implicated
by rose colored glasses.
I light a candle
to clear the air.
Cast doubt
into the forest
I cannot see.
I’d gladly take
your shoes another mile.
Lighten the load.
Our ascent
to the higher
ground of understanding.