Upon the never-ending path I glanced over my shoulder only to see you.
Your form just a humble silhouette cast on the horizon. If only I knew.
We pressed on Ever Forward towards the fringe of that which has no end.
Your tiny legs moved you. Such a gap to close, and you called me friend.

Upon the never-ending path we walk together without care, without fear.
Your tempo infects mine; a motivation to keep up. I just want you near.
We shape one another, and embrace all challenges through our own agency.
Your gait hastens you, I can feel fear grip my heart. I lacked celerity.

Upon the never-ending path I look ahead at you distant on the horizon.
Your footprints burns the trail I cannot catch up. Wait for me - please.
We're farther apart I miss you already. I can't live with just memories.

You're too far for me to see now.

Gone.

I hope you waiting for me at the end.

I'm praying I get my turn to call you friend.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Miraman, in the year 953 AF.