Growing up

They warned me, that eventually
I would grow up, learn something and
make my own way
(without actually hearing the words)

There would be trials and tribulations
skinned knees, and that
scar across brow no one will remember
(we hadn’t yet met)

What they didn’t know, and I realized
after travels and heartbreak
between sips of coffee
at a diner off route 10

like the road, it doesn’t stop-


you just keep going








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