For each moment, was an era we got;
but a beautiful tragedy, time has wrought.
You are no longer whom I sought,
I am no longer who you thought.
Some paths cross, though poles apart,
as though never to part.
Somewhere you lost the way and drifted away;
a few footsteps later, I too lost my way.
We set forward despite there being no path.
In pursuit of what? Is there an aftermath?
The destination; I have no clue.
for I started a journey; out of the blue.