At a junction, we met.
For a while, we decided to walk together before you stopped.
I turned around only to realize that you were gone.

The dating game, or so we called it, we all have gone through before.
I have had my fair share to get a taste on how it works.

That there’s a reason for you to stop.
That there’s no need to find you when you were gone.
That you will yell for me if you, too, want me to stop.
That the route is still long,
That I should just continue the walk.

That maybe on another junction, on each other, again, we will knock.
Then maybe that will be another chance we got.
Or maybe it’s like what we always console ourselves and each other,
That the right person will be waiting for us at the right spot.