Separate ways

I dreamed of you last night.

Did you dream of me?

Did you dream of holding me tight?

The way I thought was meant to be?

I met you so long ago,

And yet our bond still grows

Why did I love you so?

Neither of us knows.

It was pain that brought us near

The tears and pain of loss

Was it pain that you did hear.

Because we were both lost.

Did the pain I let engulf me

Bind us hand in hand?

Now, dear friend, I can see,

This is how we land.

Our years are drawing to a fold

Soon our paths will veer

My friend its you I then will hold

Just to keep you near

For me a path of books and such,

For you, I do not know.

What I've left you isn't much.

May it make our bond grow.

The paths we two now cross,

May we now out last.

Our paths no longer pain and loss.

That is in our past.