New Love, Old Love Poem by Malcolm Stewart

I feel the coarse, grainy sand beneath your wet feet
The sounds of the gentle ocean tides soothes my conflicted soul
Two sets of footprints split in front of me
One towards the ocean
The other to the lighthouse valiantly standing as a beacon
Unsure which to follow I sit to ponder this more carefully
One path leads to a love lost
The other to a love found
Old love
New love
As I follow along my old loves footprints
I wonder only one thing
What would have been
Had I followed the other footprints
That is one thing I'll never know
And will always wish i knew
What could have been