He said goodbye and I said okay.
So I walked the long winding road,
The narrow path.
Ducking the branches, tripping over rocks
I certainly stumbled, at moments I crawled.
It was darker than I remembered
With a harsher wind.
I put up the collar of my black wool jacket,
I kept on.
The narrow path I walked alone
It gave me nightmares.
And when I huddled in a small hole
Dug out near the oak, I shook
From cold and fear and anger;
So much anger.
I knew I would walk this path
But maybe if I had known,
That I would be walking
I would have planned a little differently.