Walking
Our paths crossed a long time ago. I stayed thinking things might work out somehow. At times it felt great, but more often I was left wanting, waiting. I asked you out. The air went dead. I went on ahead. Now, I feel like it would be unfair to you, to me, to say what would have been if it were us. We’ve set our own paths to journeys we need to see through Maybe someday our paths would meet again.
