It is a hazy road
In which I neither know if the path is right nor wrong
So weary are the steps I take
For even as crape myrtle and dogwood trees can be seen
I fail to remember if they have meaning to me
So close am I to reaching the finish line
And I fail to remember the source of the fight
Lost love, is it?
Waiting to be found?
But the root has been uprooted to an unfamiliar location
Where only lost love knows.
It appears this heaven sits on an empty island
With light wind blowing on the only
Candle you held lit for all these years
Consumed by the thought of many directions
How many times have you stood there and stared
Into your life and wondering if you belong
How often did you drove by your place
Wishing you were in another place
Is it you or is it him or maybe them
Can you rekindle, mend the shattered pieces, and reconcile?
Living with secrets and walking in eggshells
The days seem gloomy and your laugh no longer echos