That reminds me of a poem I once wrote but didn't post. A few weeks ago, actually. I guess I might as well post it.

Separate paths

There was a time when our hearts spoke the same language.
We brought light to each other and grew strong.
Time healed wounds, brought challenges, we made choices...
Now we can't understand each other's thoughts.

We both came to each other for a reason.
We fulfilled it. Now the reason is gone.
I grew deeper into the path I'd chosen,
the path you grew away from, as you've shown.

You can smile, cry, ignore it... Doesn't matter.
Things are the way they are, that much is clear.
What's come as a surprise is that this morning
I'm not sad to know I don't have you near.

Goodbye, and may the sun shine on you always.
Facing front, I know it will shine on me on me.
As you move on, may you remember my voice.
I will remember you. And I'll be free.