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

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