Aftermath

I could tell you I am wiser now, weary but at peace. I could tell you I know better now, myself and my life. I could tell you it’s been ten thousand days, nights and hours all packed into a single conversation. But you know all this, and more. 

It’s a lonely night, a dark road with a tiny pinprick of light ahead - you can see it if you squint really hard.

And it’s a long walk, on that lonely road.

And you keep going because that’s what it was always supposed to be like.