Waiting For The Future

Now is the time for hesitance to end. Still we wait, though, as if unsure of what shape our worlds will take from this moment onwards. We are on the verge of something new for both of us, a moment that could turn both our lives from their current paths, twisting us off down some new unexplored road together. We both know it could be a dead end, that it could all end suddenly around that first bend where the future lies hidden. It could be a ancient heavy tree trunk fallen across the path, a few steps past that unknown turning, or it could lead out into that valley of all that we ever promised ourselves and had, now, resigned ourselves to seeing only in dreams of what might have been.

The weight of all our possible futures hangs over this moment, where we stand poised on the edge of what could always be a mistake, or that one moment that turns that corner in both our lives. It could even just turn out to be nothing more than a memory of a moment that might have been, leaving only a fond smile of regret. It could just be another one of those events that leaves no consequence, beyond a few ripples over the surface of the river of our lives as they make their way down to the endless sea.

We do not know, so we wait here on the verge of the moment waiting for the future to decide itself for us.