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.