I left breadcrumbs,

Here and there –

At the point,

Where the road diverged,

Into two unknown paths,

Unmarked on any map.

It was in this place –

We made our split

Into new horizons

And different arms.

There are remedies,

In the forest we are told.

Hold strong,  My friend –

I pray you find your way back,

Along the breadcrumb trail,

I hope you know, you’re not –

‘For the birds’ and more,

The breadcrumbs won’t go stale.

Kevin Brown © 06.07.2016