Running Away From Reality For Love

• Rhea Pathak, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

The rivers were ice solid.
The bridge as empty as an abandoned store.
Prancing through the icy bridge
Legs skipping up one by one
Almost like it had a beat to the skipping
One arm clenched onto his soft hand
And the other lightly touching the black railing of the bridge.
A bitter smell of unsweetened coffee
Covered by his strong but sweet cologne
The smell of freedom and love
Which was such a significant and simple scent.
The foggy air above them sucked up the view
Leaving nothing but a path to follow
The crunching of the snow beneath them
Leaving their footprints behind
For the adventurers who search for them should have somewhere to start