That's it. Here we are.
We have reached the end.
We have finally ran out of road
and now it's time
to go our separate ways,
because we are no longer
anything to one another -
we are not even friends.
You made your choice,
and now I have made mine.
I honestly thought things would turn out differently -
but it seems as if what has happened
was always just a matter of time.
Things were not always perfect -
we had our share of
disagreements and fights...
there was always a distance between us,
but we did have some good times.
I never expected us to reach a point
where and when we couldn't
talk to one another -
but that is ultimately what happened,
that is how things now are,
and from now on that is
how thing always will be -
but that is how you wanted things,
so that is how things will proceed.
I tried. I never gave up hope
that we could make it work.
I might not have always been right,
and I admit that I made mistakes -
but I learned, and I did all that I could
to be there for you when you needed me;
but something happened:
our time ran out, we grew apart,
you have gone your way
and now I must go mine.
There was a time when
I would have done anything for you -
more than you would
ever have done for me;
but I guess it doesn't matter,
because as we both know
you and me are now "finis".
inspiration
The Pathfinder: Christmas Special
The Pathfinder: Not Doing Christmas
The “Canon” of my stories
My Poem “Divergence”
No one knows what will happen,
and no one can know who they will meet,
no one can know who will become
important to them when their path intersects
and for a period of time
runs in parallel with the path of someone else;
however, one day, all things must change
and all things must end -
because they have to,
because they were always meant to.
We all go through stages in our lives,
and once we find ourselves at a certain point -
perhaps at the same time as someone else -
something happens that we knew
would one day happen,
but something that we somehow
made ourselves believe would never happen -
because each of us is inherently optimistic
and we want to believe that things
will continue how they have always done,
because we all mostly live in a state of hope.
Friendships, partnerships,
relationships can last for years,
before they are tested by
the arrival of something,
or perhaps someone,
and that is when things
start to change between people
and that is when the longevity
of what is being shared
starts to be called into question.
It's always sad when
we all have to say goodbye...
hours soon turn into days,
days soon turn into weeks,
weeks soon turn into months,
and months soon turn into years,
before we all realise
how much time has gone by
and how much each of us have been changed
by what we have been through;
and then we can see something,
then we can hear something,
then we can feel something,
and we are immediately transported
back in time within our mind
to memories of people and experiences
of who we once knew,
when things were different,
when things were how they used to be,
when we were how we used to be
and who we sometimes wish we still were,
and we wish we could go back
to when, where, and how
things used to be;
however, time is an arrow that can
only physically move in one direction -
but each of us relies on who we have known,
what we have done,
where we have been,
and what we have learned
from our encounters,
from our collaborations,
from what we have done -
until something happens
that throws all the pieces of a seemingly
almost complete puzzle up into the air,
and each of us must again proceed
down a new path of divergence.
The Pathfinder: Follow Your Heart
The Pathfinder: Walk The Walk
The Pathfinder: Life’s Light
The Pathfinder: Out of your shell
My Poem “Warrior”
When I was thirteen years old,
I distinctly remember
wishing that I had a time machine
so that I could travel through time -
and, within the blink of an eye,
it seems as if thirty years have gone by,
and here I am looking back
and wondering how everything
could have changed so much...
when I compare my life as a boy
to my life now as a man -
although some things have not changed -
when I look around and I remember
who is missing and who it was
who made me who I am,
I cannot help myself wishing
that I could go back
and get one more minute
with the people
who will always matter to me
and those who I will always love.
Christmases and birthdays
over time merge into one...
when we are younger
we feel as if we have
all the time in the world
to do anything and to go anywhere
we can imagine...
as we get older most people
do not want to be reminded
of how old they are,
because every day seems
to pass faster than the beats of a drum...
as the person who we see in the mirror
changes before our eyes
each of us look at ourselves
and wonder where all that time
went in between us
asking questions to our parents and us having to face
the scars of life that can be seen
upon our reflection.
Every year, I have always had
something to remind me
of how lucky I am to have the family
and the friends that I have had in my life,
and so many people whom I have met
have inspired me in more ways
than I could ever put into words -
but because of what I have seen,
and because of what I have been through
personally over the last few years,
I would be lying if I said that
I had not begun to wonder
whether my time was almost up
and whether my purpose in life
had perhaps already been fulfilled.
Sometimes I look back
and I see a younger version of myself
looking back at me -
someone who had yet to suffer
all the heartbreak and the loss that I have -
and I want to tell them the truth:
that things only get harder
as you get older;
however, if and when I try
to send a message back through time
to who I was in the past,
I always just tell myself that
things will be OK
but that there will be days
when things will change
beyond our control -
so make sure to be brave
and to never forget that
everything happens for a reason,
and one day you will realize
that you are someone
who was always going to be
who you were supposed to be:
someone who will always do
what must be done,
no matter what -
because, just like your father,
you are a warrior.
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