Travellers

It will be interesting to see how you feel about this one.

We have all encountered travellers

Once or twice

The kinds that don't travel by foot

Nor by land or storm

But the kinds that travel

Through yearning heartbeats

In a single yet scattered rhythm, they travel

They meet each other sometimes

Then they travel together

They might get lost on the way

But they continue to travel

Never do they grow tired of traveling

Never do they question the road

They just travel

Like fragile autumn leaves