Chorvanaria

Poem number 2. I'll run out soon. I promise :)

Parting Words to a Loved One

Strangers, we'd come across each other
A lonely autumn noon.
Rain was pouring, wind was blowing
A sad, forlorn tune.
The weather was freezing my heart
Along with the puddles and pools.
Beside me, you sat. I looked at you
And never thought we were such fools.

Strangers, we'd seen them all around,
But our world was so confined
That it seemed nobody could get in and stumble upon us
In places nobody could find.
But we were not prepared for what the world
Had in store for us.
We fumbled, stumbled, screwed up,
And, in the end, each other we could not trust.

Strangers, once again, we part and forget
What once we had been together.
I know not who you are now, and neither do you me,
But our memories live on forever.
The silence between us engulfs us in an embrace
That separates us even more.
And now, what we are seems to be an isolated shadow
Of what, together, we were before.