when we started,
you always held my hand
so I wouldn't get pulled
in the wrong direction.
it was a beautiful time
and everything
was okay.
I never got lost
and we were never lonely
because each other's company
was more than enough.
two miles up the road
I lost my balance,
our hands lost contact,
and you didn't reach out
to help me.
you let me fall
because you started not to care.
six miles down the road
and you left me
with a map
that I could not read,
running after something,
that was far behind me.
I followed your footprints
into the middle of nowhere
and they led me into
a patch of poison ivy.
I was alone,
four miles behind where I started
and I don't think I have ever felt so
lost.