The Crossroads
I knew we were moving towards the crossroads.
I saw it way off in the distance some time before we reached
it.
I knew that inevitably, regardless of the detours we took,
the delays along the way, that we’d find ourselves standing there one day.
I laugh at myself now, the paths I dragged us down, all the
side journeys, the rest stops along the way. The swimming naked in the ocean,
the laying in the sunshine, the staring deeply into your eyes so that I could
know you before I had to let you go; so memorable, so enjoyable…….. but all
they did is slow the journey.
I just didn’t want to get there early, not a moment sooner
than we had to.
In my quiet, alone moments I was honest with myself. I knew
where it ended.
The last part of the journey, I travelled with my eyes
downcast, so I didn’t see it until we arrived, a final unconscious tactic to
delay reality. It was a shock when I looked up and realised we had arrived.
We stood there for some time, desperately entwined,
searching for alternate routes, pretending this wasn’t goodbye. Clinging to
something gone, wishing for other choices, finding ourselves empty handed.
We each turned, stared towards our horizon, squared our shoulders,
looked longingly back…….just once, then said our final goodbyes, and started
haltingly towards what only we could see.
KAB
15/10/17
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