Separate Paths Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are so many paths

and there is only me
this path of mud and holes
and with you
there is this path that i do
not really know
surprises kill me at times
but i keep the pain

please do not take mine
it is too narrow
please do not go with me
go away, please go away
i am simply
not comfortable with you

take the widest path you have.
there are many of you
and the noise is everyday.

i love myself, this loneliness.