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Decision Road

3/11/2016

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I saw a fork in the road,
And I took it.
I split my car into two cars,
I split myself into two selves,
One of me driving east,
The other driving west,
Until I was on one coast
And she was on the other.
Freedom? Adventure?
I barely remember those words.
It was so long ago,
And we were both so young.
But I'll never forget her silky brown hair and her torn denim jacket
And the guitar in the back seat of her car as she drove away.
Will we ever meet again at that diner on a road whose name is lost in my memory,
Where we said our goodbyes over pancakes and coffee?
It would be fun to catch up over cups of nostalgia
In a place where we could be
Forever young.

Rosalind Resnick
​March 1, 2016
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