around and around

Yesterday, I took what used to be my favorite walk. Past the bakery, past the bookstore, past the enormous clock, down the hill, though the trees, and all the way around the lake. I walked the whole circle twice, my face in my hands and crying bitterly all the way. People kept stopping to ask me what was wrong, but I didn't look at them and pretended that the sounds they made were in a language I couldn't possibly understand.