Walk

I walk this path
because I can,
I walk this path
because i must.

There were many before me,
But this path is mine.

With each step
the way gets longer
with each breath
the way gets clearer.

No one can follow me.
No one can walk with me.
The way is lonesome.
The way is beautiful.

“Where will it lead?” she asks me,
Lips wet with regret….

“This path is mine,” I reply
“and I walk it alone”.