Old trails

It was a beautiful Sunday morning for a nice day out..
the wandering hearts wandered about streets,
taking random turns.
sometimes left, sometimes right.
sometimes up and sometimes down.

there was banter, complaints, worries, sharing and caring.
and before long, the unknown paths led to a path familiar.

a path that was part of everyday,  once upon a time not so long ago.
Or..
has it been long, actually?

Memories keep playing tricks, don't they?
Some feel like yesterday,
and some get buried somewhere decades ago.
And there are some that come back as surprise gift, making one wonder as if it happened at all...
all while sprouting at the same time, in the same place...

As the feet trod the the leaf strewn sideways,
eyes could not help looking at the other shore of the road,
ears could not help tuning out the banter around,
and tuning in to the rustle of leaves, the chirping of birds and the heavy rumble of traffic... searching for the familiar memories...

there was me walking along the path on the other shore,
sometimes to south and ...
sometimes to north.
in the warm sunny days,
in the cool cloudy days,
in the cold winter nights,
and the nights with pink skies.
among the wet leaves,
and on the snowy grass.

she climbed onto these very steps I am climbing on.
she was right here in this spot in another time.

memories kept playing hide and seek like the shadows in the woods,
familiar at one moment and, distant and surreal in the very next...

The place had gone through little change,
sounds did not change much...
the scent was the same.
How was her heart though?

a little heavy, a little sad, a little hopeful, and a little determined.
filled with a sense of discovery, and a lot of rumination.

She stared back at me.
... with a gaze piercing through me even from far!
with a stone-like face determined not to reveal the storm within...
perhaps asking me, "How is your heart now?"

well, the heart was not sad anymore, I wished to tell her...
the trails are the same old,
but my heart is lighter,
my eyes shine a little brighter,
and the smile is broader.
with roads getting a little smoother...

the wandering minds wanted to take a different turn ...
and the feet started treading on different path...
and eyes discovered on the different views

...my thoughts left the old trail,
and the old me, 
and the old memories,

so familiar yet so distant.