She drags her feet through gravel
revealing dirty sand underneath,
then, ensuring she has stepped
on every crack in the pavement,
she turns and heads back the way she came.
She says she’s left something behind,
but I’m sure she’s just making me wait.
I try to walk on without her,
but apparently: That’s not how these things work.
Beth O’Brien is a third-year English Literature student at the University of Birmingham. She has had work published with Foxglove Journal, Nine Muses Poetry, Dear Reader, and Mused – the BellaOnline Literary Review. She is a reviewer for Mad Hatter Reviews and Riggwelter, and has written articles for Wanderful and the Graduate Recruitment Bureau blog.