Beneath the Southern Wall

I kept growing amid loneliness and endless attempts to comfort myself.

So often I wondered: if those reckless years had never happened,

if that thin hourglass of youth, supposedly meant to be squandered without restraint, had never existed,

would my feelings today have been warm enough to make me never want to leave?

We walked those roads we had chosen with such fervor, never looking back, but in doing so we brought them to an end marked, "There is no turning back."