The Low ...

The low road

You smiled and wrote our names on the sand
All along the low road you held my hand.
But suddenly you saw her and withrew bit by bit.
I still get the creeps when I think of it.

Now, I walk around on the low road feeling lonely.
Not that I don't know I'm not the only
one who cries, or feels like this.
But just as they say, ignorance is bliss.

Bliss, like love, evades me.
I'm confused, to be or not to be
what you would like me to.
All along I've wanted to be to you
a special friend. The one you can trust.
But I will let go of my dream, if I must.
What if what you want isn't right?
Am I not even allowed to fight
for what I know for sure to be a fact?
No. For I've signed an unspoken, unwritten pact
to be with you in whatever you feel,
Even though I know it isn't real.
To hold your hand. Yet let you go,
for there are times like this, I know,
when you go away, and return after you've seen
all. As if the battle of perceptions had never been.
And again, on the low road we'll both walk along
one day, hand in hand, singing the same old song.

~Riya~

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