A Place

I thought love was a place.

I looked everywhere for it

I tripped over stones

In my haste,

Binding my wounds 

While the sign posts 

Faded,

Forlorn.

I found a place.

But paths always continue

Love doesn't stay - 

It walks with you

Over the stones

And under the posts, 

Moving,

Along.

C. LJ July 2020