Two roads do indeed diverge
though- in no golden wood...
I am often blinded
by indecision-
and I often travel, misguided
along a directionless path
that I believe may take me home.
When I feel that overcoming fear
and start to run
to far away familiar places-
will you follow in my footsteps,
stumbling close behind me?
or could we walk together?
patterns of feet and shuffled sand
offering scientific evidence
that we walked away from here
so near each other, holding hands...
And some day
final tears shed
wounds healed
last goodbyes said...
we would come back
from our far away places-
and finally we would understand
that everything is really okay.
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