The Rules of Engaging Grief

Have I been left behind,
Or am I following too close?
Hard to say in this dark wood
Where the path seems lost. Listen for the footfall.
Catch a glimpse
Of the shadow guide
Somewhere up ahead –

Or quite alongside.
I risked being left, even lost
Had I not abandoned
All for the chase –

A captive taken unaware and
I in precious pursuit.
I sense they are just footsteps early.
Once I imagined time slowing

To accommodate eternity –
And it did, but I too often
Browsed and groused the future.
Returning Now, I Am,
Not was, nor will I be.

Perhaps, my goal is not before me
But within — where spirals meet.

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