Soliloquy

Had the road not curved, had we not shaken hands –
Had the words we exchanged not come from pain –
Had we been aware of the underlying demands –
Had there been no meaning in the rain –

The paths we crossed would have remained still
In view of the choices we made in the past.
It being another country we did not fulfil
The promises we chose to broadcast.

In danger of crossing paths with the storm
We let faith dictate what our hands could do.
While those words led to feelings just as warm
Not a day goes by when I don’t think of you.

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