You travel love like a precarious edge,
a slippery slope you must climb.

At times the way is well-trodden,
easy going, wide enough to drive a bus on,
everyone’s been this way before.
The path is trampled down ahead of you,
the trail clearly marks
with sign posts and
debris of past travelers.

But every so often you veer from
the beaten path.
The trail is no longer easily found.

Few, if any, have travelled this way.

Suddenly you find yourself at the
cliff’s edge.
Ahead of you is nothing but empty
The sheer rock wall is to your back,
a narrow band of stone is all that
separates you from the abyss.

Do you continue on?

Or do you jump?