Detour

I couldn't help missing the moments I spent with you,
staying up so late chatting about nothing and everything,
listening to our silence... and smiling.

I do miss you, but I do not know how to tell you without defying my oaths,
without complicating simple things, without changing you, and without changing me.
I wish I could turn into a ghost so I could pass through the solid walls I've built around myself,
sit beside you for a while to watch a sunset,
and come back through the same walls again when I need to, as if I never left.

Now, I couldn't believe I find it so difficult to say goodbye and forget you.
It's like I'm on a wonderful detour, lost inside a magnificent verdant park,
surrounded by the songs of birds, the dancing of the leaves of trees, the smiles of the flowers.
But then, that's just what it is--a detour.

Hopefully soon, I'll be on my own path again.
I'll leave you alone so you can live your own life and I can live mine.
But for now, since I'm quite happy the way things are, I'll admire the view, stay lost,
and gratefully endure the detour.