Looking back

The tide has turned yet again,
The journey ends not here, 
was but a marker.
The tide turns, leaving us
washed up on different shores,
memories clinging.

I remember,
The words, the beautiful poems
How equally fascinated we 
were by them.
The silent agreement, 
the unspoken solidarity.
Amidst blatant indifference,
I had found a twin soul.
I remember now,
The passionate beliefs, 
the intense ponderings
How we did not 
belong here, and how
In another world, another time,
All would be right.

But
Where you go now I cannot follow,
Only memories cling.