Uttering the words,
Doesn't make me wise,
It shows that for each time you fell,
I've already fallen twice.
Not shedding tears,
Doesn't make me strong,
It's just that it takes me a while,
To realise I was wrong.
My willingness to err,
Doesn't make a fool of me,
We're standing in different places,
So it's different what we see.
Maybe you just don't realise,
We're not the same, me and you,
You're sure of your decisions,
While I can be uncertain too.
But do know that even though,
The same path we no longer share,
I will still love you when the wind,
Will carry my ashes in the air.
©josefatt
J