My track.

I’m not sure,
When it happened,
The change.
At first, i thought of you by choice,
now,
I often find you just wandering around inside my thoughts.
and it doesn’t worry me.
Doesn’t make me want to flee.
And suddenly,
I am aware,
Of
The
Magnitude
Of
Distance.
The empitiness
Of miles,
The inability
Of
space.
A line on a map,
That can only be traced.
And still, i am not fazed.
The best walks,
Are not mapped in chalk,
life is not a drawn up list,
It’s something,
You
Should
never
Miss.
So, i’ll continue down the beaten track,
It will lead me foward,
Or it will lead me back,
Either
Way
I believe, this is my track.