Possession

She took the path we were making,
narrow and long
we carved it out in the dark
we removed the rocks
we wrote our names on those rocks
we made this path
sometimes we held hands, sometimes we walked apart
needing space, one would take the lead, the other would fall to her knees
this was our path, a walking history measuring our steps

She stepped between us from the trees
she kicked dust in my face, pushed me away
she took your hand
no one saw the tears falling from my dust drowned face
I turned around
and walked back into history.

I am taking back ownership of this path
I am running through that kicked up dust
towards you