I told myself to let you go
Out of my sight
Out of my mind
Out of my heart.
So I did.
I looked away from your path
And turned to mine
To see how unkempt it is.
How I’ve left my path behind
How I’ve left many tasks undone
At my seemingly endless path,
Just to walk you through yours.
I swept away the dried leaves
I cut away the blocking bushes
I mowed down the tall grasses
I watered down dehydrated flowers.
I did all can for
Light to shine in
Birds to chirp gleefully
And now it is a flowery road.
Yet whilst caring for my path,
Thoughts of you come rushing in
As everything I’ve done here,
I’ve done it for yours too.
Who knew that taking care of my path
Is the same as taking care of others?
But oddly enough
It still seems harder to be here for me.
At times I still wonder
If the blooming flowers still brighten your day
Like how my pine trees
Bring fragrant to my air.
Although being with you
Can put me at more ease,
I won’t run back to you
Unless our paths converge.
¬twoonetwonine