We were meant to be.
Our paths crossed for a reason.
We were meant to be.
We met at the end of the season.
Our futures intertwined like the vines
crawling up the branches of pine trees and,
eternal touch and care,
one may crave, but what if it wasn't meant to be?
Farewells, not any one can bare
with ease for his is what we cannot see -
We are blind to passerbys.
Just say goodbye.
That's all.