when you round that curve
all the road signs will disappear
into trees with tangled nests of worried birds
and grasping shadows of fear
you must go there by yourself
you will never be alone
when you round that curve
leaving april farther behind
all the blossoms that you thought you memorized
falling, fading from your mind
you must go all by yourself
but you will never be alone
(I know: I cannot always walk beside you
you know: all my love will live inside you)