“Crossroads”

We met at a crossroad
At the most inopportune time.
It was dark, dreary and cold,
But somehow warmer.

He has to go his own way,
I’ve got to go on my own.
I hold on tightly to his hand,
Pleading, “Don’t leave me here alone”.

He still went.
He has always been bent.

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