The road

The last two years have been difficult. I had gotten complacent, had become master of my own destiny, and leaving little to chance, charged forward, forgetting the most basic principles. I only walk the road, I do not decide its destination. The road goes everywhere, and the best I can do is to chose from the options given.
The road can be hard, and cold. At times it seems without friend, or familiar surroundings. Faces on the road often turn, and go their own way, with barely a passing glance. Having learned the rules of the road long ago, alone, there is no comfort to be found. Comfort is found in a companion, a kindred soul, who like ourself, has walked the road, and known its anguish, and joy. A friend with whom to share the trials life's road can bring.
The road, even speaking the name invokes a sense of melancholy, and longing. Do not cry for me when I am gone, for I am still out there somewhere deep in the night. Under a million lonely stars, with the full moon for a lover, and the highway for a friend.
I walk the road with my companion. For now there is dark forest all around, with pitfalls, and a stormy sky. Beyond the next hill, perhaps around the next bend, brighter skies, and easier times await. We forge ahead, my companion, and me. Hand in hand, we weather the storms. Sharing a secret smile, we continue, we have survived the hard times before.