Lost in translation

While the streetlights
with their judgmental sights
turn their gaze away
and the paved ways
keep going around the bend

The voice on the other side
of the line stopped talking
      or listening (to his heart)

With miles in between
rain poured down simultaneously
and silence filled the air 

A part of me
which will never be returned
yet stolen from its rightful owner

We glance over with regret
for the creation of distance
done to us

Not by our own choosing
that broke out enlightened path
            one left
            one right

Both afraid of looking back
and grasp that last look
of loss
in each other's eyes