Wanderlust

His wanderlust won’t let him settle down. Scuffed up shoes kick up clouds of earth into the midnight sky as they trail along. The cold wind greets his face, paints the delicate pink hues of the poppies onto his swollen skin, and he sniffs back the tears, the world. His heart fractures a little more with each step he takes toward the unfamiliar road at his head, but still he dares not look up.

His wanderlust carries him so far away from home.

But it was she that bid him safe journey.