The Wooded Path
Two roads diverged in a blackened wood,
And through my careful eye they looked the same.
Yet I started left, while you strode right,
Awakening my senses to this senseless game.
I look back and see the smoothness of our way,
But my new surroundings would belie those dreams;
The forward path appears impassable at best.
I should turn back, but blocked the road seems.
There were no fallen limbs with your hand in mine.
Not a single vast ravine impeded our tread.
The creatures were docile, chattering as we walked,
Not these beasts filling me with hate and dread.
I often wonder how goes that other path you chose,
If by your faithful side I should have stayed.
I find myself wondering where each road will end,
And mostly, if they'll unite us once again some day.