Not my path
8 years ago
I would have given anything
to receive the text you sent last night.
The invitation to give up everything.
To re-live 2am under your checkered sheets
and return to that night
when the turn I took turned the world over.
Instead, I wave to you through the distance with my feet firm.
No more wavering at the edge of darkness,
I turn around.
Turn off my light,
and go to sleep.
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