It was the end of the day.
the sun was saying its final goodbyes.
All the men were going home to a nice dinner
not me, I went home to a deafening silence.
As I prepared for tomorrow, you messaged me,
asking me how I was doing and how much my muscles ached.
As the conversation continued, I felt the fatigue of the day wash away as we talked into the night.
and when we said our final goodnights, I felt ready to face tomorrow.

For many years
I've searched for you
For many years
I've wished for you
But many years
have come to pass
And to those years I say
I love you still

the soul yearns for her presence, but the heart knows she's already gone
the soul yearns to hold her hand, but the heart knows her feel
the soul yearns to tell her that she is loved, but the heart knows she won't hear
the soul yearns for her return, but the heart knows she made her choice
the soul yearns to erase what happened, but the heart knows it's too late

It is sad but true
in the world, we live in
that we cannot trust the ones who have sworn to protect us
that the death of one man can call the rise of the destruction of communities
that simple action of lifting a leg could've not caused the war we see now
It is sad but true
that there is still a belief that certain people are superior
that many people abuse the responsibility of a gun and badge
that there are people that take advantage of a crime to raise anarchy
It is sad but true

It was Fate that gave us each other
But a mix of ignored warnings and mistakes that drove us apart
now time has passed and I still wish you back
I look at the gift of our first date and think back at the happiness we felt
as I lay fresh lilies on the grave of what we had
I still see your smiling face haunting the forest of my dreams
your words of confidence still echoing in the back of my mind
Now the thriving town of my heart is nothing more than a cold forgotten ruin
I travel back to when we first met as a tear rolls down my cheek
now I wish for you to be happier, rather than return, for that may be the only way the pieces will sew themselves anew

He finds himself in the back of his mind again looking at what could've been. The sins of his past and the demons of isolation scratching their mark on his back. He knows he will never truly leave his past, but instead of fighting back or ignoring the whispers in his ear, he accepts them. For He of all people knows that a sword of negative word loses it's edge when the target allows the blade to hit its mark. He curses not his past, but the Fates who have forged the path ahead of him. "**** YOU" he wants to shout at the ones who control the river of time but he knows that it is pointless and continues down his path of sorrow alone with nothing but his thoughts and the light of the moon to keep him company.

Just as the moon getting closer agitates the waves, He got too close and angered the waves of her heart. He hoped for a piece of his soul to calm her tide but it was too much and she wished him gone as the waves spit the moon back out into the sky. While the rising sun found two sets of footprints, the path they were taking was separate from each other.