We met.

And shared for a short while

The same path.

We were together,

Not in the sense of togetherness,

But companions along the way.

And we learned

Of eachother,

And we learned off eachother.

And over time

We came to understand

That two can be in tune.

Then there came the mist.

I became obscured

And left.

There was no fork in the path.

I simply made a wrong move.

In the interim,

I have lived like one

Who absconded.

The span of years

Is great.


For my part

I can say in truth,

The dust of the pathway

Has never settled.

I conseal this message

With my hand on my head

Like as if

I forever shall walk

In Shadow.

C2019 Christopher Thompson

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