Other Paths.

Pain stalked the



yet far more does the

knife wound the mind

in closing my door 

to you.


What's left is breathing

low, an attempt at non


You're walking the ways

my heart cannot



Your direction is against

the winds, I can follow

no longer.


But still you call

to me....


And follow

I must.

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