The Last of the Waiting
It was the last time that I’d wait for you, but at last, you never came. I came to know
what might be on your mind. I started drinking alone in this small bar. I would have been
sad whether you came or not. One year, are you still the same? Yes, I wanted to see you
again, but really, I longed to know if you were doing OK, and if happiness was with you.
For after all, you were the first love of my life.
It started to rain, and the rain sounded so cold on that winter night.“One more drink?”“OK!” Yet, the drinks that burnt my throat became the story of the past, each in my mind,
crystal lasts.If we hadn’t parted that year,could we still be in love today?Life allows
no What-Ifs,and there is no going back to the beginning.Maybe it was the best for the both of us.
It was getting late,and I had to leave.But as I left the place,I felt I had left behind
all we had ever shared the love,the hatred,and our youth.This would be the last time I’d
wait for you.Yes,it was best you never come.Really,it was the best for both of us.It was
the best,it was the best… |
