paths forked

When the sun rises in the morning, high up in the eastern sky, I will be long gone from you, without ever saying goodbye. I'll be somewhere out there, a million miles away, because I was travelling north, while you went south and stray. The path we once travelled together, forked- Forcing us to go out separate ways, while I was anxiously moving forward, you kept looking back and stayed. I couldn't keep waiting for you, My arm was growing weak, reaching out for your hand, and you turned your cheek. I thought we'd walk this path together until we reached the end, Turns out you weren't fated to be my lover- just another jogging friend.