Poem: Different Forks on the Road

It’s not my best poem. Just wrote…

Poem: Different Forks on the Road

A brief journey in a borrowed leap year,
A moment we thought we could claim.
We dipped our toes, testing the waters,
Bridges and rivers, sun and candle —
Metaphors we leaned on,
Thinking they could hold us.
A station arrived, and the journey paused.
For a while, I believed it was forever.
But thirty years of weight lifted,
And in its place, new hands to hold.
Still, there was a fork in the road —
A fleeting glimpse of something rare,
Before we took our separate paths.
I move ahead, yet a part of me lingers.
A missing piece of me stays with you,
As you carry a piece of me too.
Not every story is meant to last,
Yet some remain —
Beyond time, beyond us,
A love that was, and always will be.
~ Ashok Subramanian © 2025