Are We There Yet?

Fresh cracks appear as I walk
The pouch tinkles
Couple of pieces fall out
Dull clucks
I bend to scoop them up
The pouch hangs
Lower than ever
Musical than ever
I carry on
The lonely walk
My broken heart sings

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