Two Paths that Met in the Woods

I never said I could save you.

I never even thought I might be able to.

But I thought I wouldn’t mind being lost with you for awhile.

Thought I wouldn’t mind the lumps and bruises

Inconsistent dinners

Infrequent showers

A life on the road.

I thought as long as I had you I could be happy.

But then I lost you.

And when I lost you I thought I lost me.

But I realized after 10 weeks of agoraphobia

That I’d found me.

I wasn’t some girl behind the limelight.

No I found myself in those 10 weeks.

And I’m never letting her go.

Sometimes I still miss you.

Still miss the life I sometimes imagined for us.

But when I try and relive it the colors are muted and the sound is low.

Nothing feels the way it felt when we lived it.

So I am not your savior

And I am not your companion on the path of the wanderer

We were two paths that met in a wood.