lovers fall

As for the path in which i take,
the bus stop and curb,
i stood and wait,
the place where lovers meet their fate.

i watched from the sidelines,
listened to their talk,
sometimes awkward, embarressing or bored.
but i understood where they stand,
all happy, calm and yet so pleased.

their feelings i felt,
but all distant and sound.
like their kept in a box,
and yet to be found.

i watched from the sidelines,
their errors, ther mistakes.
the ways they touch,
and all to decide the fall.

like a past i know,
and now of unturned time,
the thoughts of solitude now,
doesnt haunt me like before.

In fact the scenes i saw,
tells me a story.
a story of how,
of how lovers fall.