Where the End Meets the Beginning
How can this be the moment to exhale,
to move on?
This is just the beginning,
the warm up,
a pause on the starting block.
The game is on,
the rules have been set,
but the obstacle course has no map to follow.
This is not just me, this is you too.
You came to me for something,
something not yet yours.
I can't give it to you, so please don't ask,
don't hold it against me,
don't give up.
It's not mine anymore than it's yours, not yet.
How can I leave you now?
This is just the start of something more,
something with direction,
with meaning deeper than the top wave.
How can I leave now?
When I am still understanding all that I don't yet know.
What have I done?
What could you have gleaned from our time together?
What do I leave you with?
What do I take with me?
The track ahead is long, and I fear the hurdles and turns,
but you do have shoes, and I have mine,
and we must run, separately,
but synced by the knowledge that our tracks once crossed,
and for a moment we ran together.
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