With open arms

we walk side by side.

A clear path, rippling landscapes.

We walk

alongside youthful beds of potential.

We glow.

But walk for no reason,

along a path of hope –

of opportunity.

We walk

as the path fades,

through fog, through storms.

Feeling a distance between us and

dragging our heels; we still walk.

Until we inevitably divide.

No longer side by side.

Arms wide, reaching out.

Holding on –

to the hope

that one day our paths will cross again.

But until then,

we run

in opposite directions.

An original by Chanel