i suppose then,
this is where we diverge
a long way,
journeying with you
here we are to sing a dirge
parting ways,
ahead, still miles to go
beside each other, a faint goodbye
perhaps a mellow woods
perhaps the clear sky
but not the ocean could take my mind
not when guilt makes
apples hard to bite and swallow
and i wonder if you know to read your map
and i wonder if you know to ration your food
to rest your back against a tree,
not trudging with fruits, from weeks ago
in your bag- it could be poison
which trees to pluck from, will you know?
should i turn and walk back to you?
but the picture of you beside me,
the claustrophobic expectations you had
for the way i took my steps
to the way i chose to breathe
so i leave behind that thought with you, and
i propell on forward
with your ghost on my feet
to forget you, my mind nodded not, so
i try to remember
when i met you at the convergence
what made me follow your path
and then what made me long for mine
perhaps, in your somber means in
treading life,
i saw a spark of starlight,
i bathed in it night and day, the light dimming
the closer i looked though,
it was, now that i recall,
wind blowing campfire ash
even so, i knew, that alone
can set this route on fire,
leaving me and the rubble behind
perhaps that fear, or perhaps
the land was foreign to my feet next to you
and our paths seem only molded for one
only the stars to remember our names
when our heart makes our feet stop,
so for reasons, quite many
i had to part, to my own way
grateful i am that you trusted my hands
to pick you fruits
and mourn i will,
that they will never taste so sweet
in my mouth again
the price i pay for this bitter end
but also, those days so true
and i suppose then,
we were meant to diverge
a long way
i wish you courage
to go on, left.
