Last day we stand- in the same place.
Still one mile before the road forks,
And you go this way, and I- the other.
My time with you- its slipping away...
So fast, that it scares.
And between silence, togetherness and other things,
Just one thought-you're going to be gone.
I smile. But I'm afraid.
You know. You smile back.
And as we walk to the end of the road,
I want to look at you-for the last time. But it hurts.
So we whisper goodbyes, say that we'll meet again..
Knowing how lame it sounds.
There's so much to say that it chokes
And as you walk away, you know you're taking a piece of me with you.
I watch you go
And though I'd die a hundred deaths to see you- just once,
I scream inside- Don't... Don't turn back.
And you hear. You always do.
You walk straight till you disappear.
I look at the other road,and I know I'll be able to go this way.
Because two roads will cross someday.