This road starts but never ends
It has choices but never a decision
This road loves and never hates
It continues and never stops
This road is improvised by all step foot upon it
It inspires and changes
This road paves the way through childhood
It branches off from its stem like a tree's limbs
This road grows with its travelers
It looks over them as they walk it.
I slip through the house
tiptoeing through the hallways that loom over my sensitive ears
I enter the kitchen
where a pitcher of lemonade is sitting on the counter.
Yes.
A close companion
love, appreciation, happiness,
a place to go
comfort, recognition, excitement,
until the companion disappears
sadness, confusion, loneliness,
and the place to go is empty
It starts with rain.
Sometimes it comes slowly with a drizzle,
but this time,
it starts without any warning.
The rain drops from the sky
in powerful sheets
and the world lights up for a fraction of a second
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