We lived in different timelines and our worlds were miles apart, we lived our lives, we worked and dreamed, were strangers at the start. Our timelines crossed, we met, and loved. And for a while it felt as though ‘t was sheer eternity, while this, our world, we held. And then your timeline moved away, diverging from my own. We never met again, nor heard… The low road is unknown.
A Novel waiting to be written with a different story by an author. Star-crossed lovers pass by the other. Meteor’s tails (tales) in blink of eyes. A moment to love and lost with a dream that crosses the darkness of sleep, a moment
The beauty of the words outshines the remnants of the past. Very nice, Joyce.