Out for a Walk

walk behind me...
and travel the depths of my frailty

walk around me...
and seep through the drops of red

walk beneath me...
and crawl on the ground seated dirt

walk beside me...
and weep along with the slow earth tunes

walk out of the grave I come out
from

walk with the hands of time
stringing by

walk at the withered petals strewn
across

walk after the hours, minutes,
seconds gone by...

walk not
after me--

walk
with me...