Mine thought of you, yearned for you, smiled at you. Coming closer felt so easy— yet distance kept me away. Simple to listen, not easy to see. In the dark I asked, where are you? I believed in tracing the untraced path, and in its silence, I followed too. But love was blind— a mistake I held for a decade. When it slipped away a million miles, I closed my eyes, dreaming it might return. Now my flower remains unbloomed, still waiting for me to take that path .