Poetic Interventions

All the Pathways lead here, I look back and wonder, Was there a different way? Did I choose the hardest road? A meeting by chance at one turn, A stroll down the aisle at another, Choices within choices,  This elaborate maze. Was this the only way to this spot? Would the outcome change? I scan the paths and see this only, An exchange of pain for other pain. A turn leads to painful solitude, Avoiding agonizing divorce,  And yet both paths lead here, For I am alone, and there is grief. Perhaps I would be different, Having chose the left fork versus the right, And avoid the dark emptiness of today, But the other way might be equally bad. The pathways on hold my view, they are full of promise and regret Yet they all end at some point  And will I care anymore when I reach it?