End of the Road Well Traveled

How many times over these years gone by did you hold me in your arms as I cried? Now, the tables turn as time slips passed our bond remains renewed and steadfast. The reality is, we travel well together thru dark tears and stormy weather it was in that joy and sorrow that we celebrated all our tomorrows. The difference now is you walk this path alone to a place that for me is yet unknown and I cannot share the road this time alone you take on the mountain you must climb. I kiss you once, twice, in our last goodbye as I remain here asking why my living strains at being left behind with memories of love and trust most kind. It's the road's end I once feared most but your accepted smile lingers like your ghost and because of you, I am well prepared to meet you at the crosswords there.