Every insignificant choice
leading me down another long and winding road.
From the shaking of my hands and nervous tremble of my voice
to the long over due release of a heavy load.
From when my hands were tied
to when my touch met yours.
One thing stays the same
no matter the path I choose.
When I was intensely sad
or unavoidably alone.
You were always around
reminding me of the good I never had.