Separate Lives

I can still recall in which direction the wind blew
when we got caught on a sunny day with our feet hanging over the pier
the voice has now become silent and unrecognizable
it knew the directions I would have chosen
as I ran through the playground, not able to admit,
in the process of ever-changing mind
I've lost the letters he had written with a love delight
they had the best of intentions
they used to have much more meaning
half holding them to the chest
now I'd connect all the dots
and make sense out of the least important scratches
always surprised at how much the silence can deepen
to the point it can be perceived as pain
I took it all with me, without agreement
now this house is for sale
damned be our desires
should we feed our curiousity with what it could be like
can't stand on a cliff while being yelled at
leaving doesn't always make you a coward
it only shows we live in separate lives
I saw somebody else trying to get out
                               and I lent a hand.