Square One

You walked to the north leaving me on the west

I chose to walk the opposite way

South has been nice and warm

I was wondering how it is at your end

We coincidentally met on the west

I asked you how it was

Glad that it was not well

"You deserved it," I murmured

I bid you early goodbye as I know it won't last

You asked me to stay, not to disappear, again

My foolish self agreed which I regret

Now we are back again to square one