Separating Paths

Two different paths going in the same direction

Same time. Same destination.

Who’s ahead? I don’t know.

What I do know is we’re not beside each other.

Last I saw you, you kept looking forward,

while I’m on my toes near the border,

hoping you’ll turn to look at me.

But your gesture lets me know not to bother.

You get smaller and smaller as I take a step

My road turns to right while yours turns to left.

A part of me keeps hoping

that we’ll cross paths and find one another.

But as I keep walking, I look at your indifference.

What we were once is now back at a distance.

To wish you well is all I wish,

may we both find happiness for each other.