He Said He Will Come

A darkly dramatic day with silence,
The day was moving punishingly hard,
Just looking at him, not yet lost the graces,
The windows and the air in the room is stale,
He turned over, staring out of the window,
Probably, the things that subsequently seeped,
Saw and just stretched out my hands in the air,
Then he hit all the boulder below the time,
And said not now I will come some other day,
Gravity took over and hands simply fell,
Then he told we can't go, don't worry about it,
It happened quickly that I had no chance to cry,
It's been 20 years staring at the window,
Waiting to hear those footsteps creak,
But it was too late for us to turn back,
It just felt single windy cloudless cold night,
I hope you will remember the things changed,
Not too late, but then we will not be the same.