Unfinished Poem

We see the same moon,

but we will never know each other.

We breathe the same air,

but we will never touch.

We are characters in the same story,

yet we are never going to share the same story.

The road that could have connected us

will carry us away,

like clouds drifting in different skies.

The feelings of someone

will always haunt us.

We, who never meet each other,

will never know our story.

The search will drift us apart,

like two different currents of the ocean.

The pain will bring the same tears,

yet our hands will never rise to wipe them away.

Breaths will grow heavy.

Memories will turn into tears,

only to fade away.

Maybe we are the story of thousands of us,

and perhaps the story of thousands more.

The picture of the night's stars.

The song of loneliness.

Everything we never could be.

The God will know our story,

and the angels will follow.

But we will never find a notebook

where our beautiful, little sad moments

could be written side by side.

Perhaps our story was meant to be remembered,

but never written.

A tale the heavens may read,

yet we were never given the pages

to share it together.

But,

Will the breeze find its chariot?

Will the stars find hands to be counted?

Will fate weave a path for us?

And the hope goes on.

And so does life...