(To the ones I lost to the forks in the road)
Oh our gay little steps
on that long straight road
we walked so sure.
In that world of naivety
there were no crooked alleys
no gullies of guile,
no diversions with misleading names
no glitzy shops to sell us spurious wares.
There were no dead-ends,
we wished for no U-turns.
In that uni-dimensional future,
how we skipped along, unassuming.
Just when did we meet that fork in our path
Did you see it before me? Or did it
confront you with the same stealthy insidiousness?
I watched it force us,
to make decisions we were too ignorant to understand.
Your way, they tell me, sparkles,
sometimes its fragrance wafts my way
and I think I hear the laughter and the
chatter of your world.
But Wisdom whispers
there must be the tears too,
I'm just not close enough
to hear how they must impale.
My path often colours my sky with happiness,
other days each step opens a fresh sore,
I wonder if I should call out to you
Or is my voice too far to recognise?
I teeter between dilemmas
and let the moment pass.Often, I hear tales from your latest giggle of friends
and jealously retreat into my solitary wanderings.And so I walk,
some days a companion graces my way,
our anonymity blanketing us
into charming conversations.
On other journeys, silence serves me well.
I looked back today,
and could no longer see the fork in the road,
no longer remember it, and its cruel suddenness.
A grove of trees has befriended me now,
a breeze soothes me into submission
I watch my road yawn forward -
perhaps tomorrow another fork in the road
will marry our experiences.