Two paths

Two paths diverge 

in a wood that is grey,

one is mine, 

and the other, yours.

I can't help wonder 

what lies in my way

will it lead to dark waters 

or to brighter shores?

For a giddy split second 

I thought they might meet–

the strangest of 

circumstances combine,

but retrospect sings a different tune, 

and though not quite as sweet

still my heart will go on, 

though it might take some time.