pandamonium

So here we are
The dusty, beaten trail,
The proverbial fork in the road
Two paths; both love
Twice blessed
Yet pain eminates from one
If you traverse to the other
(Once again I question Father Time)
You fit wonderfully in my arms,
As friend or more
So with sorrow for the path not taken,
And jealousy for the one that is,
I say veer to the right -
The left will always be there.
And smile for me,
As you continue on your journey.