Heads or Tail

it was then 
standing 
at the precipice of the stop 
that we leaned over the edge of a curb. 
And before the steps were taken 
I could see my reflection in stream 
the constant motion, time
up hill you’d see the 
spots where the rain fell
where we hurt. 

We wondered what causes the tears
The neutrality, the gray, the everything mundane. 
And we realized it’s the saturation 
the lack of absorption. 
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
and I took the one less traveled by, 
for left has burned the right, 
perhaps this is the crime 
and that has made all the difference. 

A life turned to vapor,
invisible to the eye, 
it fades to nothing and everything 
a nimbus 
no longer in reach 
and what was two 
becomes a multitude 
many roads descended in a blue sky, 
and splash upon the asphalt ground 
with one surviving upon the mound.