Dusty Road

As I walk this dusty road, the same one you and I once crossed. Looking back in time in this dream I'm lost. Thoughts pondering my mind, I fear I'm growing up to fast as I slowly start to see the past should stay the past. Now I’m kicking up the dust and starting to look back, at a life I know is over, cutting like a heart attack. I wonder where she is and if shes doing fine. If shes on a brand new journey, not so different to mine. Maybe one day, again our paths will meet. And we'll each trade our stories in the mid Autumn heat. Until then ill close this box of old letters that have saved, and lay down the memories of which this dusty road is paved.