Back and Forward

I don't really know what comes next,
For you or for me.
This grand adventure is forking,
You going left, I'm staying right.
Why do I feel like this is
As far as I get to go?
My feet seem planted on this
Patch of sinking ground,
Yours quickly carrying  you forward.
But sometimes you stop,
As if frozen in thought,
To look back,
As if you forgot to say something,
But can't remember what it was.
All my heart can think to say is
"Wait! Come back!"
But my brain stops me.
My inability to move from this spot
Should not quench your desire
To start your next adventure.
Slowly your image fades into the
Horizon you're walking into.
I'm left standing here,
Feet not knowing what to do.
Going forward to the left is impossible --
That's your path, not mine.
Going back seems easiest --
But you're not going with me,
So what's the point?
Why are the most logical of options
The ones that scare me the most?
My adventure is waiting for me down that path,
But nothing in the world can get me to budge
From where I've planted myself.
Adventures don't seem so exciting
when I'm alone.
As you disappear from view,
I look around.
Knowing no other option,
I slowly walk right,
Keeping my eyes on the left.
Though it seems wrong to go without you,
It seems worse to not go at all.

My friend Hannah and I have been writing 10 minute poems together since last semester. On Wednesday when I wrote this one, she asked if I wrote about certain people. I told her sometimes, but most of the time I write about feelings I've been having lately and personify them into one person. This poem, however, is about her. I think she knew that.

So Hannah, my sister from another mustache, you are going left. Oman is an awfully big adventure, and I know it will be life changing. I'm so excited for you, even if it means going a semester without seeing you. I'm going to try and keep going right.

Until next time, to the King!