A Gentle Push

A gentle push and the familiar recedes
the breath is let out of the clouds
memories scatter like dandelion
to lodge in someone else’s pocket

When we started this journey
there was no destination
and tracks that we would never retrace
were meaningless to our course

What kind of wind blew the dust into our eyes
that made us only see within
even voices didn’t matter
every sound was an echo

We took all the wrong turns
as the lost always do
stepping into the abyss
with the others who don’t know how to love