Waiting for happiness

I was walking alone tonight when

I saw a couple. Happy, and dancing around each other

In the joy of being together.

The girl looked like you. 
And then it reminded me of you. 

Ah the days…when

We walked together for

Half an hour or so

And then you’d take the road straight, while

I’d take the turn and walk my way back home.

Life has been a road, quite straight for you

There were people, patiently waiting for you

On both side of the road.

Waiting, to pick you up

And start a happy journey together.

While I took the turn and walked my way

Admiring the wild flowers, and the bushes

Nevertheless, it was not the road less travelled

Because I made my own way –

The road made up of my blood.

And then after tens of hundreds years

When people will forget about the beauty you possessed

They will walk the way I made,

With my blood. Still fresh, red like a rose

Waiting to be gifted to someone special.

And after tens of thousands years

When people will forget about the smile you possessed

They will listen to the sigh a no one left

From the deepest core of his heart

Patiently waiting to be loved.

I smiled and laughed in my mind

When I saw the couple.

They took the road ahead, while I,

I took the road through the dark

Reminding about you.

I sat on the cold cement

With the December wind all over my face

And the shady lake smiling at me in silence

Waiting for happiness. 


(A few lines taken as notes given the look of a poem.)