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[mislead_insight]

A Path, Diverged, in a Summer Wood

My future veers off to the right
I must go
but this thin path is too frail
for us both

Each step away
doubles the moments apart
I take the first
embracing the pain as remembrance of love
I follow the tears

You don't want to see my wet cheeks
so I stay
facing away two more steps then look back
You won't see the tears from that far

The thought of your eyes watching me walk away
is too much

I look back
in hope that the wind will undo
the moisture on my flexed face
but you are already gone