As he waited in the empty lecture hall

for his turn at bat,

He thought about her.

Her face was in every seat.

He felt the loneliness

of the room,

and wondered about the rest of his life.

He stood at a crossroads,

barred by a locked gate.

She held the key.

Would the road to her love

open for him?

Or, would he, again, walk alone

down a road with no end,

and no destination

worthy of a visit.

Would he find another love ,

after another mile,

and another day?

Would he be so far down the road

when she realized he was gone

that she couldn’t find him?

Would he wait for her,

or go inside the lecture hall

and speak his truth

to strangers? .rickthinkingtwo