Separated Paths

Time ticks out its calculated path,

Lives follow their mortal cycle,

Stories unfurling to the winds of fate,

Fated to meet,

Fated to miss,

Fated to yearn for something invisible,

The face of time shatters with each passing day,

Footsteps retrace a trail of broken glass,

Mortal hearts paint their own wounded stories,

As paths were crossed and seperated,

Lamenting lost chances,

As time ticks quietly by.

(by Heather M.)