The Road They Travel

May 5, 2016

I reach out

Then I pull back

And squeeze my eyes shut

After all,

They don’t need me anymore

I stand in the dust

Slowly my eyes open

To see them so far away

Laughing

I pull my hands in to fists

And turn

Back the way they came

Even if they don’t need me anymore

I will still protect them on this road they travel

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