Admission

Of course, none of this
could have been avoided
by an answer of "yes."

Pain is pain;
the milestones of our
long pilgrim's trip.

Should I find
myself lost again
and pass by a marker

in the wilds,
instinct may guide
my feet, though perception

fails. Still, some
seem to be blessed
to caravan, rather

than travail, which
has been my lot until
this point,

for the next many points.
For all this, trains still run,
green pales into red,

and I smile,
ask after her well being,
and wait for the ache

to finally end.