"the road back"

The doors slide back on guides of simple choice,

A single step dividing then from now.

We split our world with it, with every look,

And fracture time beneath a heavy weight.

Inside the cabin of this shabbing car,

We share the breath of one unchanging room;

Yet just beyond its glass, the minutes bond,

And ghosts of yesterday reclaim the road.

As highway bends, the map amends the dark,

We cross over thresholds we'd left behind,

To hold the hand of old, of one we knew,

And piece together what was lost to sight.

Through every fractured turn, a captured street,

Our scattered selves on drifting timelines merge.

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