The promise of the road

 

She has been waiting for him,

At this turn for so long

That the grass that was drenched

With her tears

Has turned blue in pain.

She perhaps doesn't know

That he took the other turn,

Many light years back.

It was perhaps a turn of no return.

It is not the promise of the road

To make her meet him.

The road knows not what turns

Fork out from its elbows.

It knows not what heartbreaks

Visit the travellers.