Crossed paths
A poem about those we love and lose along the way
It’s not the aching heart that beats like techno in my chest.
It isn’t how chance brought us close then sent us off on our own quests.
It isn’t the songs I’ve taken off my playlist for a while.
Nor the thousand little things that echo you and make me smile.
It isn’t clubbing until dawn and walking home at nine.
Nor is it when we stayed up all night talking, drinking wine.
It’s not the singing karaoke on a weeknight in Berlin.
It isn’t even all the times we made big plans and then stayed in.
It is the mark you left on me and how you changed my point of view.
It is, my friend, I hope you know, how parts of me are shaped by you.
It is the way I’m different now because of what you’ve done.
It’s even who I’m going to be, if I ever finally find “the one”.
It’s never ever wasted time, there’s not one second I regret.
It’s worth every painful broken heart, every goodbye, every fret.
Because if it made us smile, in just one tiny little way,
I’ll take a path that crossed yours for just a moment any day.