We had walked a few miles,
Side by side like two souls,
Contemplating chances of
Survival during this eternal exile.

You tried a few times
To be there, to be the pillar
Of my hard times,
I was the one, shadowy tree
Offering shade from storm and heat.

I never needed You,
Unless you turned around
And walk the mile ahead of me.

I stood still, I stood calm,
You were gone, You had moved on,

May be this was destined
May be this was the fact
May be this was what I always knew.