Jack Cohen

Where Crossroads Meet

Over roads unknown
on wings of air
a crimson butterfly marks my death.

In a sleepy town
the cold night air
dances to every breath.

It knows I’m here
and I know it’s there
its followed me from birth.

I walk this street
till the crossroads meet
it’s home upon this earth.

When a body dies
its soul goes on
but what if it dies too?

Where does it go
when fate decides
it’s done, its time is due.

So I walk on
this unlit road
towards distant lands obscure.

What will I say
when I meet it there
I’m oh so very unsure.



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