Standing at a crossroads
Have I not been here before?
It seems that the choice was once made...

Thinking through an icy calm
How did this clarity come?
It seems my world stopped, standing still...

Knowing all that had been
Was it only a dream?
It feels like a wild dance, an intoxication...

Two roads, one my destiny
The other, the one I wanted?
Why do I not wish it anymore...

The answer comes clearly.
How was I so foolish to not see it?
The roads merge into one...

There was never a choice
Does that mean I never made one?
I thought you were a path I could take...

I was wrong.
Can a detour be a path?
Not if it brings me back to the crossroads that is not...

I take a step forward.
Is there now no going back?
I can go back, but I shall not...

All the roads lead to the same path.
Will you ever forgive me for wishing otherwise?
Momentary weakness that cost us so much pain...

I look back over my shoulder.
Can you not follow me, please?
The answer comes clearly - never again...

I nod in acceptance
Will I ever again feel like I had with you?
Only among my brethen will I find that again...

I sigh, wipe away that one tear.
Will this seal my rip with the past?
It shall. I stride forward, head held high...

Embraced by that which is greater...
Can there be any other path?
Of course not. I am alive, now.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Daedalan, in the year 284 AF.