The Divergence

I follow an elderly roman road

leaving behind splendour and ruin as I pass.

For, though straight, it has been a heavy load

of ups and downs, and memories at mass.

But then the road diverges into two

and I know not which path I must follow

for one is headed to start life anew

yet, leaving without you, I’d feel hollow.

The other road has been wandered before

and I doubt it leads to full potential

whereas the longer path is told in lore

to be full of joy and good credentials.

Could I not converge our routes to save choice?

for I feel the weight of choice in my heart

and should it be decided by your voice;

would you wish to stroll away and depart?

This straight roman road has lost it’s appeal,

it oppresses my liberty to roam

and so I must journey to where I feel

yet where my heart belongs still isn’t known.

Could we forever live in agreeal

that choosing the right path had chose our home?

Or would it be a regretful ordeal?

Above all, will this path be taken alone?