We started working on it,
The road it went smooth, at times rough surfaces erupted;
You told me it can’t always be a plain polished surface to walk on-
Never knew how positive you were that day,
I had no idea , when did our path begin to bifurcate;
Stormy days and nights would lead to wreckage.
One bright sunny day it was only me standing alone,
For miles I couldn’t see you or the point of bifurcation.