Separation

Standing still in the midst of loneliness.
A cold dard wind leave him breatheless.
So much work, he wish to rest.
And before he go, he wish to give his best.

The day is almost over for me.
The constant move of the world will be,
But the sky is dark, I see
And his heart just might flee.

For the memories that are lies.
The happy and sad times that he cries.
It made me stop and realize,
Was our decision wise?

Leaving the path we started.
"It is a long narrow road," we protested.
A lane of memories we created.
But in the end was left lonesome and dead.

We choose a different lane.
We both walked in pain.
But I hope we could stop the rain,
So love and trust could again be gain.