Time has only shown me one thing thus far,

Your words have been marked

With each passing moment we tread through this marsh

Our steps grow farther in their diverged paths

Should have took heed when I saw you halt,

Yet eyes, blinded by wanderlust, could only gaze forth

Should have turned back when I heard you call,

Ears, deafened by adrenaline, could hear nothing more

Stuck on this dirt I’ve led myself on,

Caught up in fatigue and weariness from home

I stand at crossroads now where I last remembered you gone

Alone, and I realize,

Lost.