Petals of the Past

I need to put you away,

Put you to rest,

There’s no point if dwelling on you.

The bond is there,

But I don’t know you well,

At least not in this point of view.

The paths have split ways,

There’s nothing to say,

As our lives are made separately.

But I can’t help to wonder,

If you’d come near if I’d waited patiently.