To patch up with a
confidante, the partaker
goes away.
It was same moment
for anxious sleuths.
You don\'t know, where
you want to go.
Togetherness was
bliss, yet it does\'t work. Let\'s
not go in opposite directions.
The elected path
haunts us. Where the moon
sinks in dark sky baby
sun rises. Morality goes on sale.
You hold my small
finger to read the message
of unknown.
You said I am
not going anywhere
will I look back.