unresolved crises

hand in hand
over land
and sea
we
travelled, the
untramelled
bits of the world.
round and round
unbound
and free were we
as we
strolled.
him and me.
we had nowhere to go
but that didn't slow
us down.
not one frown
of worried anger
corrugated our brows
now
was the time to roam
with no desperation
to find a home.
to explore
and create
new homes, in new plots
each in different slots,
each called us with
a different flavoured voice.
ephermeral
seemed better than eternal.
until we had to make that one choice.