The Rain washes away your footsteps

I vividly remember the day we met,
Strangers in a small crowd,
We got to talking,
Me being a man who ran all his life,
After meeting you, I started walking.

We made some good memories,
Laughed until our tummies hurt,
Fought and stayed silent for days,
Eventually reconciled and got over that phase.

A year passed,
We drifted apart,
And I tried to follow,
I could not find you,
Everything around me became shallow.

The memories we cherished –
Are being washed away,
Like nothing ever happened,
Is this the end?

I tried walking back,
I couldn’t find your footsteps,
To walk the path we previously tread on,
My heart yearned and searched again,
It was then I realised, that you were finally gone.

If you truly yearn for someone,
You let them go,
If it was meant to be,
When the time is right, you will see.

Sometimes, I wish I was a stranger to you,
So, I could get to know you again,
Relive everything all over,
Every single minute,
This time I will carry a four-leaf clover.

I would protect the earth that you walked on,
Save every footstep in my memory,
And this time when it rained,
Even destiny would feel disdained.

What I have is only words,
A promise to give,
I am a man of my word,
For even when things go sour,
In my ears, you will always be heard.