Departure

It is time for us to say our goodbyes
While standing in the middle of the road.
I laugh at how our time together flies,
And our time apart bears a heavy load.
As we stand at the gate for departures,
Me with my bag firmly in my hand,
To me, a stark revelation occurs:
These moments have a limited demand.
But I have to live with the choices made,
And engage within the fare thee well hug,
And though my emotions, right now, are frayed,
I pass it off with a casual shrug.
You may not think I saw the tear you shed,
‘Cause I was busy with my own instead.

The Edge of a Storm

I like to stand on the edge of the storm,
Flirting with the danger it can portend.
One side, my chances look to be forlorn,
While the other presents a friendly end.
The way that things will go is determined
By the length it takes me to make a stride.
The choice of the way my future will bend
Is based on how I make this moment ride.
Will I face the biting wind and cold rain,
Looking for that one elusive rainbow?
Or do I avoid the path of harsh pain
By going down one easy to follow?
Or do I stand here in indecision,
Trying to pick a single direction?