Topographical

We are a road map –
highways of years
marked
by events,
cities of experience,
vacation spots of smiles,
waterways of pain.
I can follow it
with my finger –
trace the years as we
mingle and divide.
Like a railway
certain paths
cannot be moved,
only traveled upon
in a perpetual
forward motion
that cannot be stopped.
The forks in the road
will never merge,
paths taken
cannot be rewound.
The speedometer of life
clicks away
keeping track
of the miles
now between us.
Like a mirage
in the heat of summer
on the blacktop
I am uncertain
what we had
ever existed

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

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