The Picture

Staring at the picture,

Both hand in hand,

Two smiles painted on

Has now become a memory.

Of a time when nothing could tear us apart.

Of a time when nothing could stop us,

From two people who took a challenge

To two people who went down separate paths

Instead of the same path

And ended up both at dead ends.

Not knowing what to do,

If it is worth a new path

Or if it the dead end is the answer.

What use to be so simple,

Suddenly became so difficult.