Paths

We walked through life one step at a time,
The path divided in two,
Split right down the middle,
Flowing with convention we parted ways,
Each took a separate trail,
Headed into the world to build our lives.

I often wonder why only two tines to the fork,
Was there a third I did not see?
One barely visible beneath the leaves,
Hidden in the brush directly ahead?
Should we have gripped hands tighter,
Fought statistics to stay together?

All these thoughts are a waste of time;
We were two individual people,
With mental imaginings of the other,
Wishful dreams and hopes of the young,
Full of first love's lust,
Too bull-headed to cede to the other.

Thus I find myself along my own path,
The road ahead is full of thick branches,
Twisting quickly out of my line of sight,
I imagine many others intercept and dissect,
This world is full of many possibilities;
One day our paths may cross again.