Once we were passing strangers
With no knowledge of each others names.
And there had not yet been the memories,
Or the photos in the frames.

We had never said the words,
Or greeted as we passed.
Or agreed on a certain relationship.
No atmosphere had been cast.

We had not worried about tomorrow,
Or if we'd see each other soon.
We had never thought about a future, together,
Or promised each other the moon.

We had our own paths to walk on,
And our own futures to live for.
But then one day our paths crossed,
And we felt loneliness, no more.

I often believed it metaphorical,
When I witnessed people part.
How it seemed they were leaving forever,
Separating at the heart.

I thought of the directionality,
The opposite ways they would go.
And I felt a little melancholy,
For the things they'd never know.

That same belief remains within me,
I still fear those metaphoric ends.
Now though, with you, I realise,
We'll always part as friends.