trailing

walk with me...
on these uneven trails
where our memories
should be nest(l)ing
on sturdy branches
we cannot reach.
being too old now
to climb these trees,
what shall we do?

is there another way
to relive love's glory
in shadows of virtue?
or must we go back
not quite empty handed,
but with nought to show
for the guileless roads
we had long trudged.

When the frost ridden
path had forked, we
kept promises aside,
and made our choices.
Someday i will return
to the oak that stood
at the fated crossroad,
and revisit our final goodbye.