We were running the same route one step at a time,
parallel to each other,
side by side following the rhythm of the other.
We tried to make it spark
but it wouldn't work out.
We loved one another like no other
but circumstances are pulling us away from each other.
What we had is bad timing…really bad timing.
Maybe today isn’t our time.
Maybe this life isn’t ours to own.
Maybe someday, sometime in a different dimension
Where that two oceans finally meet
I hope we would find our way back to each other
and finally be together.
2011©Agapin Edrayll
Image: Wuthering Heights 1992
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