I must not lie

I am terrified of what’s to come

The path stood hazy in front of me 

Two backpacks and a pipe dream

Take me back to the summer nights

Dazzling moments filling my cup

Naive to the atrocities that would proceed

An essence of joy I long to be

I see her in the distance 

Building herself back up

One step at a time

Trekking time to reclaim her love-filled life 

On the brink of saving

I’m on a quest to find her

Pulling into my arms

Cradling a reflection of my being 

Soft soul darling

No need to rush

Don’t over think it

On the brink we must trust