empty road

I sit down at window 

On a chair.

And I look on the road,

The road is empty as my heart,

It's devoid of any traveller, not a soul.

I see nothing but still I keep eye on it,

For my heart says may you come back.

I look on the road and I see

Gusty winds put up dust

From the sides of the road and circle along,

It makes your figure, a silhouette of dust,

And flows along, towards my window

Like you are coming towards me,

In the form of vortex.

But then I flick my head and

Everything thing vanishes

The wind, you, and the vortex.

I start looking again on the empty street,

A vista through the trees in the sideways,

I look with hope that you'll return.

But deep in my heart I know you never will

Because I know you never did it in the years

So long back that my mind is unapt of counting.

However, I keep this hope in my heart,

And keep imagining you coming on that empty road,

In one form or another,

For it brings me peace and a little time 

To live what we've lived before

When we were together.