Chora

The moment we decide to leave a certain part of us behind, it starts following us.
Like winds. Like ants follow sweetness. And the like the desert wind flows away sand.
You and I are like the winds.. We keep flowing, irrespective of what follows us..
You and I are like specks of time.. that just remain embedded.
Some where..
We keep searching for those pasts sometimes.. thinking of joining links back.. 
But once broken.. the heart can't be mended.
You and I are like broken links.. 
Of the same threads.. of same days..
You and I are the two-sided coin..
Together, yet different.
You and I are the past and future..
The present lies between us..
We exist there..