The path; the path we used to walk. We used to meet there, and talk our day over. We shared secrets. We trusted eachother, with everything we had. We would occasionally sit down, on the inch thick, 5 foot wide steps in the path and just think.

Then, you left. You didnt leave this place, you left me. You found a new “group”. A new person.

I now walk this path alone, the path i call, “The Path of the Past.” It may sound like Phil of the Future, but its my escape. I remember everything, every conversation, every secret that we had on that path.
I Remember Us…