It Wouldn’t Matter

Even if,

we promised each other 

we’d let go. 

You walk that way

and I’d go up there,

it wouldn’t much matter 

we’d eventually 

come across a road

where we’d be too stubborn 

to just walk on by. 

Oh not you,

the one I’d die for

draining ink from my pen

I’m reminded by that phrase

if you truly love someone

you let them go 

and if they fly back

there’s your sign. 

I’m afraid love, 

your love is bottomless,

I know this because

it mirrors my own. 

I said goodbye,

but here you are

clearly up on my high road

we know what this means. 

We can’t go back 

to being strangers,

lost on that other side

where eyes search 

for that momentary pause. 

I suppose,

we could give it a go

just one more try,

after all,

it wouldn’t much matter

what road we took

because we end up here

eyes staring up into eyes

our favorite season 

falling for Fall

I suppose.