Toward the past we ran, hand in hand,
Rushing the memories back to blank,
Once again sharpening two pencils,
A time when the banter was at full potential.

We are heading back to the prologue,
Plot twists at peace, none of them evoked,
We'll blind the shatters, till it's only a glimpse,
A collision between two foreign winds.

We ushered our bitter wounds and tears,
Till they were specs, as we shifted gears,
And finally we were on the very first step,
Excitement turning its back to the mountain edge.

We were able to see each other's features once again,
Newly acquainted faces free of taint,
Back to the reasons to follow the heart's desires,
The same road that would lead us to the fire,
once again.

So with sweaty hands and frantic fingers,
We tore those beautiful pages with anger,
Till our story only had a tragic epilogue,
A lesson for all strangers to leave things at small talk.