I waited for you.
Long after you were gone,
I stood by the windowOverlooking the treesAnd the white crossOn the steeple of theLocal church.The dark grey cloudsCame and thunderedAnd it rained.Then the storm cleared,And you didn't come back.

I waited for you.I knew it was foolish,
Everyone said so.
How I wished
They were wrong,
For once.

I left the window
And the house
With the wooden floors
And creaky stairs,
And sought my fortunes
Elsewhere.
You didn't come.
I should have known.

Nobody comes back.
They promise,
And they leave.
And then the storm clears,
And the sun comes out,
And you think you see them
On the horizon.
But it's empty.
They have gone.
And you're left alone.

My new life is mine.
It's in a land far away.
Sometimes I think
That you will find that house,
And the window
Overlooking the trees
And the white cross
On the steeple of the
Local church,
And think to yourself,
"Why did I let her go?"

But I know you won't.
I know you won't come back,
Because nobody ever does.
And now, I've stopped waiting.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

True Love

It didn't start with a ''Once upon a time...''. It's not going to end with a ''...and they lived happily ever after''. I don't know what true love is. But I do know, of that time when you had organized and pulled off your first national level debate, and the contestants were on the stage, and the judges in the front row, and your family in the crowded hall, you, in a sari, leaped from the stage to hug me, as I stood in the aisle. And there was that time when we were sitting in silence in the cafe, and, without saying anything to me, you reached over the table and took my half-used sugar sachet and poured it over your own coffee. You stay up till 4.00 a.m., studying, long after I've gone to sleep. You're tired, and you have college tomorrow. But without being asked, or told, you take out the suit I have to wear at tomorrow's presentation and iron it. And before switching off the lights you murmur "Sweet dreams......
Read more

This is for Lia and her family

Image
Four years ago, I was very lucky to make friends with Talia. Talia lives in California, and no, we haven't actually ever met, but that hasn't stopped us from becoming very good friends. I was in my mid-teens and she had just taken up a job at a model photography studio, while continuing with her studies. Anyway, our shared passion for football, and one one footballer in particular, is the reason we met when we both joined the online community/blog zidanefans on livejournal. Over the years, I became good friends with not just Lia, but most of the other lovely ladies on 'Made in Marseille', including Marion, Arti, Sandra, Luise and Claire to just name a few. I was the youngest of the lot, and needless to say they adored me and my charming disposition. Lia in particular, was always very supportive and my seemingly wild, youthful ways about the community. A few days ago, Lia stopped visiting the website. And that's never happened before, and I missed her a lot.We wer...
Read more

In the void of space, across time

For Neeti In the brightness of day You found me, you found me; Reflecting your own light, You were sitting there. In the darkness of night I found you, I found you. I borrowed your light To light up myself. In the shadow of eclipse You hid me, you hid me. Little did I know You were trying to protect. In the void of space Across time, across time, I saw in you A reflection of mine.
Read more