“the melding of roads”
They stay with me.
In my small decisions.
Of the way I steady myself.
On work’s sweat each day.
What the years removed,
mind still keeps:
a line resurfacing,
learning that took its time,
that hidden lane I still take.
Their lives were brief
in that liminal vastness.
Something of them lingers.
May what was good in them
move forward through me.
Without weight of burden.
A steady continuation.
When they return to thought,
may gratitude stand first—
for that stretch we shared,
for the way their road
now melds into mine.
.