The Road That Lies Before

13

The path by which Winter was to make her entrance,was declared by a rain;
And so it was every fall,customs had never fallen out of place.
Who knew that September would hold so much pain,
I hadnt known winter could cause our hearts to glace.

I counted days waiting for the day he would to home, be on his way ;
I watched the clock tick by at night imagining how it will be to behold him again.
Strange omens told me to keep my hopes at bay;
Little did I know all my dreams were in vain.

He came to his homeland where I have never been able to feel at home.
I hoped, for just one moment to behold him till the very last moment did lapse.
But every day had passed just like any other and I was sinking as if in loam.
All had remained the same except some broken link that, at the moment I couldn't grasp.

We were no longer miles apart,
But we were farther at heart.
I tried to trace the missing links,to trace the dart;
Which at the very core had hit so hard.

In how when the distance was no more,
The distance was at its tyranny.
In how, when the distance was not much greater than a door and some more,
I no longer held the key to your heart, lies much irony.

Fearful of being broken;fretful of the future,
When someone knows you too well you can't help but feel insecure.
Every word said counted as clues to what could be our future.
My mind had begun to wonder if all we had been were nothing but a lure.

Etched on our stony hearts now are words, that will live longer than will ink;
But it ought not be painful unless you care for the speaker don't you think?