Crossroads

I find my way around easily now.

I don't need directions.

I know the roads and signs and bumps and curves.

But, I miss when they all blurred together.

I miss the missplaced names of two way streets not quite on the tip of my tounge.

Most of all,

I long for the days when I could get lost and remain at ease,

hoping that we'd end up on the same side of town.