Somewhere along our path, I lost sight of your tracks. You went ahead, or I fell behind. You disappeared out of sight. Your foot prints, your tracks left formed on the ground. So I followed after, the imprint you left behind. Every step you took, became a step of mine. I walked miles behind you. You did not stop to wait.
What happened to us. You say I pushed you away. You ran from me. Somewhere along the way the path came to an end. I can't chase after you when you no longer want me to stay. The damage is done, repairs can't be made. I don't know how to fix what is broken or mend what was torn.
The decision to difficult to make on our own. Neither one wants to admitted its over, we hang on to what ever is left. Even if it's not what we once had.
So we stay for now, waiting for what tomorrow brings.