☼On the road of life I went walking and spied you up ahead.
Easily I caught up and matched you step for step.
We walked in this fashion for about a mile.
Life happened.
It was what it was.
One day, you picked up the pace and broke into a jog.
Not giving it a second thought, I followed suite.
(Not giving it a second thought, I left my self behind)
(Not giving it a second thought, two had now left one)
Then you began to run.
I struggled to catch up and laughed at the irony:
There was a time I’d say in jest,
‘I’d never run unless I was being chased.’
(Ah, irony)
I caught up several times, but you seemed to pick up speed.
Finally I stopped.
You continued north.
I headed east.
On the road of life I went walking, the trees and sky my companions.
After about a mile, I spied a familiar face.
The one that two had left behind caught up.
But one was not the same as one once was.
With unconditional love, one smiled at me with open arms.
I hugged her tightly, tears blurring my vision.
I cried for her, I cried for me.
On the road of life went walking the naïve and the seasoned.
Talking the best of both personas, two became whole.
On the road of life I went walking and one day I smiled.
Everything happens the way it should.
All things work together for good. (2007?)