The words seemed to have lost their ways
The tides seemed to have drawn my pain
And the road, it seems so long
long, for my grieving feet
I will wait
Wait till the dusk to dawn, and the lights to twinkle
Wait till the heart finds its way, amidst these waves,
waves of lonesome solitude
But the front porch is still empty
Staring silently, towards the distant rumble
And the coffee still tastes the same,
same without your words
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