Paths

"I like the path of least resistance,"
she replied at his insistance
that she take the high road. She said
"But that's a long way to fall."

He told her "I'll catch you" and held out
his hands, but her face showed doubt
epitomised; so he rolled his eyes and
followed down that oh so beaten path.

"It's paved for a reason," she explained,
and he said nothing, beliefs maintained,
hands interlocked they walked on some
time before he spoke again.

"These steps taken are done with ease,
but if you would just appease--"
Arguing perspective points they put one
foot in front of each other all through life.

She still laughed and he still smiled,
Oh he thought she was wild;
And her eyes and feet still tripping
over his, they moved forward.

Her face grew tired and his annoyed
Conversation something to avoid.
And although they stood together
They were seperate; equal, but apart.

Until she had enough and informed
him of her decision, a deformed
"Some streets are best travelled on
alone," and they parted ways.

With tears in their eyes,
they whispered their goodbyes,
but it was the right choice; they were
each others path of most resistance.

She couldn't have that.