In the end,

the journey is my own.

You can hold my hand for a ways

if you’d like.

We can stop and

rest together.

But your path is coming soon -

another mile up

and you’ll be gone.

Let me kiss your forehead,

send you off.

You’ll find a hand to hold on your next leg -

more than a few I’m sure.

Just remember your journey

is your own

and no matter how many hands you hold,

you’ll always have to let go.

And that’s okay.

That’s when the fun begins.