dark afternoon

the shadows are long.

though the grey sky holds no sun.
no warmth
to speak of.

you can hardly breathe in this
thick air
of doubt, this haze
of what now.

but you press on.
up the hill to where you parked.
up the steep
walkway.

one foot after the other.
it's how you've always moved on,
with or without.

the shadows are long,
one belongs to you. a single
silhouette
in a sunless

dark afternoon.