A ‘silent road’ is not the one that is less taken;
it’s the one which is lit with darkness.
At the end of the road I found the flowers she sent,
which were filled with the tears that rolled down from her eyes,
I wish I knew the protocol one should take on receiving such flowers,
Call it ‘low’ or ‘heartless’ but there are some things I don’t understand.
Maybe I hit my head on the radio repeatedly in the 90’s,
in a time when spoken words mean everything to a time when we crack the smileys in a chat/sms.
On the road the lampposts shed light when I see them from a distance & turn off when I approach them,
this just proves a challenge for me to get through this dark road all alone.
My learning and good people I meet, transform into the needed light for my journey.
If this was a story I wrote, it’d have a dark ending as they are easier to live with,
Bright and happy endings just raise the bar for that happy place in your heart.
My ride is powered by knowledge as my fuel
and the friends/people I meet forming a part of the engine.
This one goes as a shout out to all those close to me and whom I love dearly,
You all are nothing less than a blessing to me for just being there when needed.