Spaces Between

This is not the end

Perhaps we are halfway through

And just need a push

We will get them back

Those that have fallen asleep

They will be renewed

I think of my dad

So alive some nights in dreams

Does he say the same?

We will not see death

So who's to say when paths split

If one is greener?

The road not taken

A matter of perspective

When people part ways

But all roads lead home

And some rejoin earlier

So why not this one?

Let us reminisce

And speak of all those still here

We each have not seen

These paths reconnect

Gradually sloping streets

Foreign golden grounds