Circles

I am trying to take a poem
On the subway
Not out of any sense of art
But there is something I want to figure out

Those two roads are equal
But one carries regret
Which, unfortunately, is the one most travelled

Love is a predictable need
Yet I find myself
Wanting to come
To you

Of course I am scared
Conflicted, that maybe we
Are making our way down the wrong road

But as I write this
On the subway
Falling asleep
Realizing
That if I fail
I would rather it be
With you