A Fork In The Road

One day I came upon a fork in the road.
There was no fear, joy, or preparation.

I saw you there; I had my usual anticipations.

And I walked along like so many did before.
You seemed too young; desperately wanting a destination.

I give you my hand; in it are my stories at your command.
I've made love
through the years bound by the pages and words.
To this place...

A fork in the road.

Now, what have I learned?

I ran in front; and blocked you.
I drifted behind; and made statues of you.
It was when I walked beside you that you wanted to stay.

When the road got rough, I ran too fast.
When I was weak, you had a helping hand.

So many others before us found their summit too soon.
And gulped it down; spending it all at once.

There was no more road on this garden path.
That sometimes makes us cry; sometimes makes us laugh.

But how do we know?
How do I know?

And the steps became easier as I felt more assured, more confident.

I gave you my hand.
You gave me direction.
I will not betray your confidence.

Do we know this road so well?

Nature allows us to look at life differently each day.
Until we reach
The fork in the road.

You make love to me.
I gave you my soul.
Barren; naked as you walk around and explore its corridors.
Searching for the part of me that I would give you without asking.

We become older, but that's nothing new.
We see it approaching without a sound.

In my dreams it seems the trees would change with the seasons.
But here, you change.
0nce as a baby.
Then, as a lady.

Now, you are a Woman.


They say the shortest distance between two points is a line.
The shortest distance between two lives is time.

This we realized when we came upon

Our fork in the road.