Keep going no matter what (or who).

I guess it’s just you and me struggling to find each other amid a valley of broken bones and burned up dreams, both following our own paths because they are finally worn in and the pain is familiar but they both only lead to a pile of ashes. I saw you in the moonlight across the valley and smiled. We stood there staring, wanting each other, not quite sure how to close the vast gap between us. If there’s an easy way, be my guest, but the road less traveled is rocky and I’m used to these punctures in my feet- they hardly even hurt anymore. I’ll meet you on top of the mountain at sunset and pray I can soothe your bloody feet. I’m aware you might not be there, but my soul aches for a view from the top; I’m sure the view alone will be worth the treacherous journey. As much as I need you, I just can’t breathe in these ashes or stare at broken bones any longer.