mountains

Katie Watson (she/her)

the climb burns and i’m stepping

      faster the roads and trees sink
           lower and it's like watching the people
                pass me by on the street they 
                     live distant and graceful while i 
                          wish that i could live in just 
                                one of their minds and feel like i could
                                      love someone.

the peak is cold and not the end
the trail is its own but now familiar
the people passing are mine now
but they will never just be mine
as i will never be theirs.