April Fox

We know all the cliches
about walking through the flames,
Rising from the ashes,
Coming out of the dark and into the light
--you don't need me to remind you of those
We've all been there. 

Where it starts to make a difference is when,
Having decided that you like the sound of being alone
That your breath alone can get you through
That your footsteps, unencumbered by someone to walk beside
Will get you there
You hear the quiet breathing
Of another on your path
Not synchronized, but harmonized 
with yours
And the tired old cliche
of starting over
can begin.