Will You Travel With Me?

Is it too much to ask for someone to hold my hand when I’m scared of the dark, a neck to lean into, a breath to share. Where are you now when I need someone to hold, to affirm and be affirmed by, a set of footprints along side my own in the wet sand? Who will be there to congratulate, commiserate, and celebrate? The journey of a thousand steps is twice as long when traveled alone.