Look where we are going
Hand in hand.
The last time we spoke
When the directions
Vanished.
Are your fingers cold?
Or mine too hot?
But what do we care,
The road must be laid
First!
There are beggars if we go this way,
And thugs this way.
Where were the angels again?
Will you lead me?
Will I ask?
The wind picks up
And blows the dirt away.
We aren’t exactly shining,
Are we, sunshine?
And finally when the path seemed right,
I realized that
You weren’t.
Did it hurt me
When your heart didn’t exactly shatter?
I wonder.
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