It’s time we tread on our own paths
our footsteps in the dirt don’t lead to the same destination
perhaps an oasis in the desert
or the top of a mountain somewhere
we are a candle burnt down to its wick
lovely at the start
but the fragrance never lasts
our talks an abandoned radio
sitting on the shelf
collecting dust
i call out to you
but it’s an echo that will never return
A tapestry once woven w...