Poem: The Destination

You’d come to me and tell me
That it’ll be okay

You’d come to me and say it
Every single day

And if I never make it
That’s what you said to me

If I don’t make it over
Who knows where we will meet?

To that, I’d say “I love you”
To that I’d go and cry

To you, I’d say the same old thing
As long as I don’t fall and die

But yet, regardless, eihther way
I never knew the destination

I never knew the end result
Anything, but no solution