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