When I turn to leave
The glimmer that rises and falls
In your eyes –

Make me wonder
If there is still hope;
If there is a door… at the end of the tunnel.

I go forward; every step
Making it difficult to
Ever turn back.

If we retrace our steps, far enough
We would encounter ourselves
Making the same mistakes

That would one day lead
to today, but nothing
would we change, nothing.

For what is destined,
has to happen, no matter
Which route is taken.

The vacuum grows, that
No voice will ever penetrate
No cry for help will ever be heard.

A growing chasm, like
An apology that has become
Impossible to make;

When I sped away
The light that rose and fell-
I know now – it was relief…

There is no answer.
There is no door.
It was all over long ago.

It is only human to pretend
That at the end of a dark road
There’s a sunrise, waiting.

It is our strength, this hope;
Also our undoing; nonetheless
It exists; and so we do.