Standing on the edge of the road, I am waiting for you.
Waiting for you to look at me once.
Waiting for you to see how desperate I am only to meet again.
I am looking at the empty road where you walked away, far away from me.
I might have forgotten your face.
Your face might have become blurry.
Still I am standing on the edge of the road waiting for you to come back to me, maybe for once, for only a moment.
My tired eyes are afraid of closing even for a second.
They are afraid of having a dream about you.
If the dream is bad, it may break me again into million more pieces.
I am standing right there where you left me.
My heart was full of love then and full of love now only for you.
You once took my hands and told me never to leave.
You left breaking all the promises.
You broke the heart as such it never could revive itself.
My body became a solid rock attached on the edge of the road.
That never ending road is not letting me go anywhere but to you.
My steps are circling the same edge knowing there is no going forward.
The promises will never be the same, you will never be the same, I will never be the same.
Only the edge of the road will be there as before.
You left me only one aspire to keep standing on the edge for you, discovering me only in the waiting for you.