The week went by so quickly.
The laughter and hugs, hand holds and joking,
The little candy sweet kisses while dozing along side.

Yet it was too late, only ever to be a wonderful memory
A little window into an alternate universe.
Happiness seeping forth,
Smiles which surpass even the brightest rainbow,
Merely dimmed by the sheer radiance.

A glimmer of what could have been,
A glimmer of what should have been,
The paths crossing, but never in sync to offer a proper choice.

Thus the paths do wind,
Ever in vision, even in sight.
Alas, the hedge of time and happenstance,
The parallel paths always observed, but never within reach.



Just needing to try and work out some pent up emotions is all....