Please tell me now

Where can we go-

To get back to then

Those days that were unevenly so precious.

Windows of open doors

Too high into the days before us.

How is it that our paths have crossed-

When you were so ever far ahead

Never again, another chance?

No more ways to see it the way it was?

Perhaps I'm wrong,

But the future doesn’t show the crystal stars

That led us to each other.

(Even though they shined so bright)