Lest you become me
Apr 21, 2022
The war has always been yours to fight,
I gave up our battle but I hope you will win your war.
Whom you spend time with is whom you will become,
I see your war, thus I can’t be what you would be.
Retracing “our” wave-worn footsteps, fading with each tide,
Were these footsteps mine only and the “ours” was my delusion?
Perhaps we may find camaraderie in peace…
What defines a person or our story anyway? War or peace?
Maybe the ending I need, is being okay with not knowing.
