The Road Home
We all speak different languages
Use different words
To name the light we see
To justify the rhythms of life
And sometimes I believe
All roads lead home
Sometimes I believe it’s just the one
But most days I don’t engage that thought
It changes the way I see my neighbors
If I lead with pretense
I will surely miss love
Uncoupling
There is space for you
And space for me
And I often don’t pay attention
To the space you occupy
I shouldn’t go there
Shouldn’t look in
Because if I come
You may leave
I trespass on my own
And you stay distant
We cross paths only to leave each other
Split between our own two universes
Conclusions
If you know the end
Do you begin
To number our days
Before they’ve begun
It’s my process
My grief to hold
To hinder your possibilities
Of change
But isn’t it cruel to expect
Something of someone
You barely know
To demand movement
Do I begin
When I think I can see
How this ends
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