An inspired escape
Diving into minds of riddles
Prose begging to fly onto pages
Just fluttering, trapped
Barely beneath the surface
Where figments sleep
We cheeredand clapped as the song came to a close and Mags screamed, “One more!”
Maverick yelled to his band, “How about ‘New Life Path’?”
They all agreed and dove right in.
Looking back, there were more factors to weigh
From time to time this is the way life seems
Easy for the dedications to begin
Hard to follow through
Back and forth
My life keeps swinging
Now finally seeing a future
Defining a path
Now scared to keep walking
The dusk will turn to night
But be careful to remember
There will always be a new, beautiful dawn
I loved those lyrics,and they were oddly fitting. As I sang along, I turned to see Mitch right next to me.
He leaned down to whisper, “Are you happy?”
I nodded. “I am.”
“That’s all I could ever ask for.” Wrapping me in a hug, Mitch let out a deep sigh. “I am happy for you. Here.”
He pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket.
“What’s this?” I asked, taking it from him.
“I sold the house. We were in it equally. That’s your half.”
I blinked at him. “You don’t have to,” I muttered, trying to shove the envelope back into his hands.
“Just take it, Cali. It’s my way of saying I am going to move on, too. I don’t know how yet, but I am slowly finding my way.”
