Pravab

"I tried! but if you really wanted to stay you would have. And you promised to take me home with you, not leave . . ."

I’ve been standing tall and strong All around this corner With haunting memories Just to watch you pass by. My bones have been rust Due to the cold striking wind But the worth of your waiting Has made my heart go alive. Where had you been all this time Just leaving the memories behind For me to survive far yield your arms. The waiting has been long So long for me to recognize my breath I’m still broken But the waiting has held me up. This poem had come to my mind long back. Actually i write poems but never save them. I had written this in back of my passport photocopy and yesterday i found it. Actually i that the waiting was over now but it so happens that actually the final one has just started right today. She said "The waiting is over sweetie. I’m here now. I looked back over my journal on January 17th, and when you wrote, I was in my last year of high school, trying to figure out everything for college. I was at such a different place in my life, that sometimes I still can’t b...