Where Our Story Continues

In the changing season, memories of a distant day quietly come back.
Still holding on to a love that seemed to have ended, I remained standing in the same place, unable to move forward.

Cold winds, longer nights, and streets glowing in the evening light.
As everything around me changes, some feelings still remain.

No more standing still.
No more looking back.

If you're somewhere beyond the wind, this time, I won't hesitate to walk toward you.

Beyond what I thought was the end of our story.
Where Our Story Continues - where our story begins to move again.