Invested:

Too late for a return
that road behind has gone
much like a promised change
disappears under the weight
of habitual responses.

Too long to move forward
to turn the wheel and hope
the new road
takes the driver to a valley
different from past lapses.

Too stay still, to not move
but rest in this place
in the shade of planted thoughts
to eat the labour’s fruit
to listen to an absence of noise.

And if in the end you rest here
with me
we can hold each other and remember
the dreams shared, the time invested
not so poor after all.