searching for the perfect person

I have spent
most of my life
walking unfamiliar streets

once in awhile
a friendly wanderer
crosses my path

we celebrate finding each other
and for a brief time
I become aware
of what love can do
to my hopes
to my days
and to my life

then it ends
I never know if it’s my fault
or the other getting restless
for someone else

but I never
throw away
my walking stick

there will always
be another
road
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Note to reader:
This is from the back cover of my book
“Be Gentle With Your Goodbye”