I look over my shoulder,
a sound attracted my attention,
yet no one is there.
The hollowness returns,
my heart slowing down,
my soul weeping once again.
I am alone.
I walk down a road,
looking to my left I see others
on their own roads where two lanes converge.
They are no longer alone.
Still I walk alone,
a convergence not in sight,
nor is there a sign.
I look to my right only to see the same.
Never have I felt more alone
than when my lane is still the only one
on this highway of my life.
Questions roll around in my brain
as I wonder continually
if I am to be alone for the rest of my journey,
or if I am just some distance off from my own convergence
with the man I am to love.