My thoughts had formed as a mist.
I smiled as they grew solid.
I was no longer afraid or sad.
I watched the city from a distance.
As the lights faded I turned away.
I have left my past behind.
The road is open today.
I watch the passing trees.
I do not know my destination.
Today I met some fellow travelers.
We shared our stories.
We forged a common bond.
We have different goals.
We each left a different city behind.
Even so, we met to give each joy.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.