Unfinished

It was cool, it was pleasant,
Another winter night.
I was with you,
Walking by your side.

Not a single word uttered,
A drift we had there.
How to mend the gaps,
The distances we now have?

Somehow for me,
It was a sense of independence.
A new-found newness,
A freshness I lacked.

Inspite of being with you,
I felt kind of leading.
But no, we still had
A few things for sorting.