I saw the road you took –
just a simple, black asphalt path
with the old wooden rails
that looked like they could barely
hold their own weight,
let alone everything that was between us.
Nothing grand about that road
except it’s where we stood at that moment.
But then you left –
left me, left what used to be us.
We could have been great.
Or not.
Either way, now we’ll never know.
Leaves crunched
under your boots as you walked,
never looking back.
And then I lost sight of you
because I was staring at the trees –
lining the road like sentries,
green gems shining under the sun.
No wonder you chose
to go this way. Maybe I should too.
Pen in Motion 