The Road Home

You are too old for this

I am too young

We both have reasons

This shouldn't be happening

Life shouldn't be like this

Things should be different

Better

More

But they are not

This is the hand

We've been dealt

This is the life we lead

No matter what we want

What we wish

What we hope could be

Though I would take it all away

If I could

I can't

I'm tired

I must help myself first

I pity you

Envy you your departure

Your hope

Your road out of this mess

But your road is not mine

And mine is not yours

They must be walked separately

By each woman alone

While I pity

Your sleepless nights

I must have pity

For my own helpless tears

Fare thee well friend

May the day find you home

And mayhaps someday

Find mine as well.