there is an end to the road

that we never treaded, only toed

dark and beautiful enough to steal your breath

tidally locked in a september night

never too steep or slow on the incline

horizon always dotted with light.

there is an end to that road, you know

you're smart enough to understand

that every path ends here eventually

unless you cross into water from land

and we'd never make that jump across the ocean

not even if you gave me your hand

so yeah. there's an end

not that I'm there yet, but I've been walking there

after work, when I've got nothing better to do

or when I did, but couldn't bring myself to care

and the wind was kind enough not to chill me through

to my bones. won't lie, it's a bit odd to see

everything just the way that we left it

when I remember too vividly

how the world fell out of its orbit

that night you tied your shoes and left.

I don't know if I should've called out to you

I suppose it doesn't matter by now

I guess 

if you find that road again someday

it's not like it's going to disappear

I hope it remembers what I wrote there

and I guess I hope that you'll hear.

18.08.22