The night air is thick with your memory,

time tugs at the folds of life' s robe,

your words remain in some part of my mind,

and I remember our brief hours of joy.

We searched different paths,that's all.

Perhaps you will also remember our story

and perhaps you will just choose to forget.

It matters not now,all is immaterial at last,

I have arrived at my own crossroads

and I see a half hidden,untrodden road.

And while you vanish in the life of your making,

I choose to go on and take that unknown path.