Silhouettes

In this solitude of myself
My eyes are closed
And my thoughts open
They stroll the pathway
Littered with the memories
Of the years we lived and loved.

It was like a million years
But now, like shadows,
We have become silhouettes
Of our very selves.
When you made a detour
On a frolic of your own
And took a different route.

And now...
Along parallel tracks
We walk
Wishing that someday
Our Paths will cross again
This time, to a dead end.

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@harrywill Oct. 2/2017.