I wish she might know,
or perhaps she does already,
maybe that is the difficulty
an awareness,
a reason to slip away.
I wish that I might know,
to help with the heartache,
to feel whole again,
the way it once was
not so long ago.
We took a journey
years ago,
and then came to a crest
in the hill that descended
or rose to the horizon
we each chose one
with eyes closed
and woke to realize
we’d chosen a path away.