Concrete and Soapstone
I see two pathways
You are standing
With your arms beckoning
Feet apart, planted on the soil of one
It is calling
Its whispers are beginning
To echo, barely audible over the waves
Of the way
Leading away from you
I will be right for you
Someday
I will be yours
Always
I have come to learn that
Leaving, though it hurts
Is not the worst thing I could do