inevitable

Dark days roll in, casting over my shadow.
You reach for me and find only your memory.
Ingrained behavior has me walking another way
Long before your arms outstretched, reaching for something never able to be offered….
If papa was a rolling stone, you should have known,
a few close moments and I’m gone,
Still waters may well run deep, I’ve never felt still spring runoff, cascading down a rock face too steep.