I lay on my bed , thinking about
the day you stood at the crossroads
and all the things that I could do , yet
I chose , not to choose you .
You stood there , looking astray
waiting , not for me , but
for our memories to dissipate
and , somewhere between that , I passed by .
Time elapsed like sand in fists
I thought I saw you , calling me
turned and found myself alone ,
maybe , haunted by the ghosts of love.
The way till now has been
a labyrinth of paths and
my emotions are drifting ,
to the depths of the abyss so tenebrous .
I waited after a few miles ,
hoping that you would come and
take me back to the crossroads ,
To let me choose You ,
But you didn't come , did you ?.