And there we stood, Our two paths divided.

Ugh. It's a poem.

And there we stood, Our two paths divided.

And here we stand,

Our two paths divided,

Our lives separated by a simple stretch of grass.

I look behind at the road we traveled as one.

Flowers blossomed where we had walked,

Memorials to our happier days,

Each one representing every kiss, every laugh, every moment we spent together.

I want to run back,

Flee the inevitable severance of our two souls.

I want to smell the daisies and hear the bees buzz as they move from memory to memory.

But you stop me,

Pointing to the dark cloud I had forgotten.

It hovered above the field of daisies,

A silent threat to our past.

I remembered then of the storm that had nearly torn us apart.

It grew menacingly,

Ever ready to engulf us once more,

Take what was left of our lives.

You pull me into an embrace as tears stain both of our faces.

Warmth seeps from our bodies and our arms support one another.

I am your pillar as you are mine.

Both of us have been cracked by the lightening of the storm,

Its presence becoming stronger upon our minds.

And that is when I knew why we must go our different ways.

God only gives us mountains we can climb and distances we can cross.

He made two into one when he brought you to me

But now it is His will that we build ourselves once more.

No longer can we depend on the other for support.

Our souls have been parted and with it so does our love.

I mask my fears with a smile,

You do the same.

The time had come for us to leave our garden behind.

And there we stood,

Our two paths divided.