Every day and on every road,
In light and dark, of every abode.
In the end and start, of every row,
I have waited aimlessly, for you to show.
In sleeping and in waking,
In every smile, faking.
All the nights I’ve spent,
In fright and in shaking…
In making of my dreams,
And in their hopeless breaking.
I have only wanted to feel,
In your grip, my palms aching.
Why did you then just,
Leave me here, suffering.
How quickly you left,
Without a single word, uttering.
And the fluttering, of my hands,
When you were just leaving.
Trying to clamp,
On your fingers, like a weaving.
But you never tried,
To feel me cleaving.
Around your arms,
My chest, so heaving.
Gone far away now,
Your sight is fading.
No more to be found,
Your touch is shading.
Still I will be waiting,
In case you are bleating,
In the same exact rhythm,
As my heart is beating.
For you,
I will be waiting.
Yes,
I’ll be waiting.
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