Roads to Paths

The roads we walk

Are barely footpaths 

Anymore. 

Walking with shifting

Immeasurable distances between us.

We retain our course 

At crossroads, 

Because choices we never made

Can never be wrong. 

The gaps between us

Aren't just physical

Or metaphorical.

Their audible.

Taking away trusted words:

Love, forever, passion, us.

Leaving us with ones, 

We truly thought we understood:

Honesty, courage, empathy, trust.

It was never the destination, 

Or the journey.

It was time spent,

For forgotten reasons.