A road of cold and warmth intertwined.
A path of solitude and companionship designed.
Companions from the start creepingly evanesce with the rain.
Warmth shades into frigid baltic.
Marching down the lane, the scenery changes.
Ah? The loss halts the trek.
All that's left is my name and surname.
I didn't even try to bolt, yet why has what's been charted turned into a wreck?
I wasn't in haste, nor did I aim high.
A star filled with ungrace, as it streaks through the sky.
Lucent and gloomy, a presage of perennial rain. the reflection blemished my sight, cries withstood.
I wondered, what was normality?

Traversing the trail, swelling in solitude.
Travelling onwards, hailing in solitude.
Encountering other akin travelers, weary were their legs, wearier their hearts.
The gathered hearth abrim, we garnered deary quiddity.
My heart dinned in trepidation, then it started to wane.
But came the rain, once again, with its acridity.
Riven we became, clutching steps as ran.
Past a branch, holding my names.
Past the fork, at a terminal traveler; see back to nostalgic shadows of man.
Above, yellow leaves from the tree, falling so slowly.
I wondered, what was temporary?

A benign rain.
Wayfaring sans aim.
Clinging only a name.
A naam not of surname.
A beating heart asunder; tears of vain erudition.
I no longer wonder; separation is normality.