I am on the outside
Of the border of your being
On that path away
From secret conversations
In a boundaryless country
Where absolute freedom
Kept me tied
To you.
As I look back, see the fray
Of an unravelled friendship
I want to go back
On a road that takes me forward.
Pack on the path? Back on the path? Each takes the poem in a different direction... ;)
I like pack, it makes me feel as though you're ready to fix things, settle, sort out, comfortable, want to stay
Posted by: amandzing | Friday, 09 September 2011 at 03:18 PM