When Two Roads Diverge

If the great Robert Frost
himself, was right
and two roads really did diverge
leaving me a choice 
following the one I thought was right
how would I ever know
which one I should really choose?
and so
my reflection begins…
 
if they were both painted in colour?
blue and green
 
well, green was the favorite colour of my  best friend 
I use the term was, because she is no longer here on earth
and blue because it’s my lucky colour
along with the number fifteen
so if I chose the green one 
would I be completely
respecting my best friend who died?
trusting a ghost that I will always love?
trusting it was lucky for her?
or respecting my very own good luck? 
and if I chose the blue one
for my very own selfish reasons
and it didn't work out 
would I always wish
I'd chosen the green? 
because green is the colour
that remind me of her face?
 
I can certainly tell you this
sometimes…

life's conundrums are surely wasted
on a poet.