Transit point

 Reach the transit point
Where incredible bridges and train stations stand
No luggage, no direction just pure faith
a hundred meters below there are rivers crossing

Hundreds of meters above tree bound mountains and ridges
here in the middle in this transit point a farewell is at hand
A man and a woman walk in separate directions
Not out of hate, infighting or lack of love

But to seek their own destiny
Their overwhelming heart's desire
Despite the guarantee of none of these
Empty beds await

Empty houses await
That sense of silence so many decibels fewer
The sense of cold many degrees lower
Here at the transit point the realization

They walk away and don't look back
Tears may come but they make up the journey
falling like footsteps in the opposite direction
From the only person who ever gave their life any semblance of true love