Under these very stars we met.

So I guess

it was kind of fitting.

That it was under these same stars

that we walked our seperate ways.


In this very place we met.

And I admit

it was kind of ironic

That it was in this same place

that our bond started to shatter.


Chasing down this very familiar path we met.

Forced as I am, I know

it was kind of sad

That it was at that forked road

I slipped.

And I never saw you again.