Fork in the Road



Didn’t we always say
That the road we walked
Was ours, forever shared?

Now I see that “Forever’s”
Destiny is to become
“Once was” and “Used to be,”
One path changing into two,
Each just wide enough for
Either of us to walk, but
Not both of us together.

The fork in the road
Directs us to separate into
Paths lined with shards;
I recognize the ones of
My broken heart,
Waiting for me to
Pick them up,
One piece at a time.

As I start my new walk,
I think maybe, if I’m lucky,
The roads will rejoin
Once I pick up all the pieces
And fit them together
Into something whole,
But if not,
My healing heart and I
Will walk toward
The next sunrise
While wishing your road
Never loses the sun again.

© 2009 by Robert E. Blackwell