On the Ridge

Now only parts of the road can be seen,
the stretches by which we came this far.
But no one turns around.

And ahead there is only our parting.
How pleasant, all the same.

One experience together is left to us.
To let our glances touch.
With a smile and forgiveness... Who knows...

Catching some new fibres stirring,
but no longer with interest.

Now parts of the road can be seen.