Poetry

This path

I have traveled on before

But this time things are complicated.

I can’t seem to look forward to coming back this way.

For the happy memories feel so far away as if it was all a dream.

And not reality at all.

But I can see the tire marks as evidence of how I drove back and forth

Not ready to go back and face what I left behind just days ago.

To have to answer the questions I wanted to leave unanswered for once.

Like everyone else that left before.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes