Can I find a neighbor in the path next door?
The moments in common are disappearing
They said everybody has their own time and path that I better concentrate on the personal test. They said comparison is the thief of joy, but they didn’t talk about the loneliness of the soul.
Tough, very different routes they walk pretty much beside each other. I can hear them talk, but my voice doesn’t reach the source
I appreciate my path, but I wouldn’t mind having a friend whose steps didn’t seem so far away from mine.
:) I write this poem thanks to this inspiring piece about paths:
I would love to read more stories about this prompt so hopefully you will join too Pierre Trudel, Veronica Georgieva, Nicole Jiang, Laurie Perez and you reading this (thanks for reading!).