I sat in the back of a chapel, trying to feel comfort without you.

I felt cold and stiff, like the wood pew supporting my weight. I asked the darkness around me if anything could ever warm me again.

But God said nothing because not even he knew if that was possible.

Our Path

If I close my eyes, I can pretend I don’t see,
Even if it’s just for a minute,
See the obvious fork in the road ahead.
There’s room for two on this path now.
We can stand side by side.
When the path splits and narrows,
Will you follow me or go your own direction?
Your life on one path, my life on the other.
Is that how it’s supposed to be?
We have some shared gravel
But we’ll keep walking until the rocks are no longer similar.
My body strums at my heartstrings as my mind cycles the thought.
I can feel music well up inside of me
The song doesn’t know whether it should be happy or sad.
It fights to be positive and upbeat,
But it knows what comes up must come down.
Nobody gets to live in a dream without waking up.
So the song will play low and monotonous in my ears as I keep to the path ahead.
We will come to that fork and I’ll pray that I won’t again be walking alone.