Our Little Path

By Alivia Dupree

I cannot confide in the love I feel in my heart.

It sends me through paths

with an end I know nothing of.

I love to walk through the path,

maybe even run on a better day,

but I am fearful of the end.

You are my path.

Each time we speak

each time we kiss

these beautiful gardens envelop the path

the sun illuminates through the clouds

and I can walk with peace in my heart

as you pull me closer to you,

and we embrace it all together. 

But sometimes you disappear for a while.

Sometimes I walk the path alone

because I'm the only one that wants to stay

and enjoy the scenery. 

But the flowers are wilting.

The sun is hiding behind each cloud

not sure if it trusts the world to reveal itself completely,

just like I'm not sure if I trust you to reveal myself,

completely.

So here I am on this path,

straying off to sit within the wilted flowers

and wait for you. 

But I cannot wait forever.

I continue to walk this path

gradually drifting towards the end

I know nothing of.

So please be gentle with me.

If you return to our little path

with our little gardens

hold my hand, pick a flower,

and tell me everything will be okay.

and stay.

stay with me as we laugh

as we walk through this path together,

maybe even run

on a better day.