Walking Alone

Walking alone on this meandering path not even a shadow of myself by my side a cloud of silence surrounds me I hear only my silent footsteps as I quietly recite poems about our short lived past Sometimes I stop, hoping to hear your footsteps too growing towards my direction to harmonize with mine as we walk together and reminisce over beautiful memories of all the things we once dreamed of but when I hear nothing at all I keep walking ahead thinking that you might have left me behind Walking alone on this broken path I wonder if your love was an illusion; a mirage I wonder if I should cremate these memories of me and you or preserve them as architects of my future marriage Sometimes I stop, trying to locate you or at least the place where I lost you but when I fail I keep walking ahead hoping that somewhere not too far the paths we follow will converge and there we will reunite and agree which way to walk.....