You are now so close: and you know I am waiting.
The certainty to find me, at the end of this road, your destination.
You know, all that time I have been waiting, since the day, that day, when you left.
Many pages I wrote since then. Many books I read. Many cities I travelled to.
Many others I met.
Yet I too was certain: one day you would walk this tree-lined road, to find me.
Alas, much I have changed, as I know you have.
All these years, away, without each other.
And now, the end of the road, our destination.