Just yesterday
I went for a walk
by myself
but I wasn’t lonely
until I slipped and fell
into a puddle of
infatuation

There was no one to catch me

Once I gained my composure
I was only sure of confusion
and I wondered how
my clothes would dry

Puddles were in abundance

He is only being himself,
I silently conjectured

The air was cold
The wind insistent
I felt myself trembling
with only the truth
to blame

Lauren Scott © 2015