• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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We first bumped into each other on my return.

You asked me where I’d been
and what secrets I’d seen along the way.

I was still, I was hesitant.

Yes, slightly temped but mainly no, still.

You asked me to walk along with you for a while.

But you see I have been there before.
I have been here before.

I have walked this same path
and though the view is beautiful
and the down hill slope a delight
it is, after all, a dead end.

And the climb back up is a fright.

So no
Still, no.