One day When your paths cross again Both of you might exchange A smile, a handshake,an embrace Or all of the three.. Hurried,awkward.. Vaguely reminiscent Of their past versions Much like those dregs and embers That seem nothing like the warm coffee and the glowing fire they once used to be. He will ask about your life Without him in it And you will ask about his, with her in it. All the while looking for traces Of the gaping void Left behind by each,in each. Covered now by fancy golden leaves of nostalgia, For both know of it being irreplacable For both know of it being a poignant trap. And at the end of those few heart-pounding minutes After uttering forced casual goodbyes Each will wish to steal a last glance from behind But like a parent dragging their child away from the candy shop Each will walk on,eyes levelled ahead Your mind the parent,your heart forever the child For you both know, looking back is of no use Because turning back is no more an option. And with those slow footst...
Because every bright silver lining has an associated dark cloud