I walked the road

I walked the road, taking in the sights, 

Picking flowers and pebbles, 

And memories and sorrows.

I walked the road taking in the sights, 

And sometimes people walked with me. 

The journey then seemed a bit shorter, 

And fatigue seemed miles away. 

I walked the road with strangers that became friends

Until the road forked, 

Until their destination arrived, 

Until the parting dawned. 

I walk the road now, always looking out for them

Sometimes behind me, 

Sometimes along the way. 

I walk the road now, 

Alone and occupied with past, 

Ignoring the present.