Weary Traveler

It all begins with a smile a sliver of white teeth.
It all begins with a “hi” a small word with no true meaning.
These and more are exchanged between you and me.
I can’t help but wonder if there’s more,
Feelings unseen.  

I see the path you travel, long and windy it may be,
I can see the people in the middle,
Yet the end leads to me.
You are the weary traveler,
Following a path you can’t see.
You are the weary traveler,
I wait for you to meet me.

I am the quiet type the one who sits alone.
You are surrounded by friends, they are your home.
But I can’t help but believe that somehow we’re the same.
Different, yes, but still alike in many ways.

I see the path you travel, long and windy it may be,
I can see the people in the middle,
Yet the end leads to me.
You are the weary traveler,
Following a path you can’t see.
You are the weary traveler,
I wait for you to meet me.

Hidden in my shadows at the end of your path.
You only see the darkness,
With no fear you laugh.
You never would have thought I’d be in your destiny.
But here I stand at the end of the road with you in front of me.

I see the path you travel, long and windy it may be,
I can see the people in the middle,
Yet the end leads to me.
You are the weary traveler,
Following a path you can’t see.
You are the weary traveler,
I wait for you to meet me.

With one of my feet in yours and another in mine,
I begin to live this life, so divine.
You walk in my life as well as yours.
Your path is sturdy now, not unsure.