Saturday, January 3, 2015
—Charmagne Manuel
Treading the usual path were taken,
Walking slowly and turning to look beside me,
Half expecting you would be there, only to
find the shadow of solitude dawning
Cold wind blowing hard on my face
Again longing for the warmth of your arms around me
Only to see the dark skies going sadly, passing
the memorized scenery
Not noticing anymore the things along the way...
Crossing the street I reach for your hand instinctively
Only to realize I'm all alone
Tears rolling down on my face,
Not bothering to wipe them away
There's no use in treading that usual path again,
Knowing you're still not there waiting for me...
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