The Climb

It was infinitely small of me
to think you were the axis
of my world
that the pain
on each intake
each expiration of breath
upon your leave
was soley the result
of being separated from you
which was only a natural,
normal, consequence
of the evaluation of life...
The sun rises
and sets each day
the winds in time do blow
and the world
and our souls
must keep growing outward
into new destinations
yesterday is gone
not to be retrieved
not to be desired,
looked back upon, at all
tomorrow are the steps
to climb, up and into
our new destination
the road lies beyond this hill
the only necessity is
the climb

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