Here’s a few for the road,

A road taken before,

With destination unknown.

Divergence from breaths of milk bottle comfort,

The journey is shared,

Yet travelled alone,

Familiar with its cracks and melancholy camber,

No map to hand,

A decision was made.

Determined to grow and to find a place,

Wrong turning?

Who knows,

But these things fade,

So keep these for the road,

And hold them tight.