#WritcoPoemChallenge
The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friendHere I am...

The one who walks in time..
The one who does not see...does not feel the passage of time..
Only feeling in each night...
Only feeling in each dawn..
How dreams can feel so real..
As if the reality of my loneliness in my dark
sadness will be illuminated by memories..
Memories of what was..of what is..
Memories of which time will return in...