Two roads begin to diverge, splitting away from each other from decades of entwined glory, they find new territory and it is brutal:
the taste of freedom,
wind in their face, they turn toward each other and it’s new, different, heartbreaking,
They may have twisted their bumpy asphalt into one… a long time ago, but now–
Split apart; independent of the other
They see, really see the other–
Light, Free, New
They lock eyes in the distance, knowing the bridge is more important than that entwining, a decade ago.
they find their way together.