03.22.1998

We are climbing a hill
with no top,
wandering a lonely road
that has no end.
Together, yet somehow miles apart
You and I.
A pair of one-eyed Jacks,
looking through the wrong eyes,
in the wrong direction.
Fumbling for something,
neither of us understanding.
Losing our common ground
Gaining newfound freedom
wishing we had never left that safe place,
when it was easy
to be in love