Intertwined hearts

Those were the days

Riding in our Alto, going different ways

With four names engraved, two on the car

And the rest in our hearts

Fighting to sit at our designated places

Trying to find our comfortable spaces

I sometimes wonder about those moments

And think about what life could’ve been like

If we had switched our places

You and I, sitting at each other’s traces

Maybe our worlds could’ve changed

For we both would’ve seen the different sides of the road

Where our everlasting memories bloom, and heartaches erode