Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Where next...

Two roads diverged in an asphalt city
and we chose to walk here
promising a return
if you walk a road once, it is part of you
a journey back will be labeled with names
laden with bags, probably a gift bubble-wrapped in T-shirts
probably not

two roads diverged with a
return flight ticket booked, for a minute
who knows where next?
might be a star, falling into my lap
might be a bench with you
might be another chance for new faces
no one knows if the compass will point north
this time round

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