Poetry, Quotes, and Ramblings

The Past, Present, And Future

Before,

we went our separate ways,

floating by, 

without thoughts of each other's existence.

Right now,

our paths have met

for a solid three years;

and that might be destiny or fate,

or maybe sheer dumb luck.

And I will cherish these memories,

holding them until

The future,

as our paths will disentangle from each other,

as we will go our separate ways,

until we never see each other again.

And you will forget my name,

and I will forget your name.

And this cycle will keep repeating,

over and over and over.

As you finally realize, 

after years of this cycle,

and years of heartbreak,

and years broken promises;

That some people walk into your life,

and just as quickly,

walk out.