Waiting

I sit on the platform, alone in the dust,
Where the wind whispers secrets, and the earth turns to rust.
I chose this place, far from the crowd,
A ghost of a dream, where hope’s still loud.

We spoke of a future, a place to call ours,
But now it’s just silence, beneath the cold stars.
I build on this land, so barren and dry,
Where the echoes of “us” are the only reply.

I turn to the road, where nothing appears,
Just the empty horizon stretching for years.
The silence stretches like a noose around me,
A soldier lost, or perhaps never to be.

I sigh, my breath caught in the air,
Wondering if you’ve forgotten that I’m still there.
I look at the land we once talked of,
Now nothing but dirt, no sign of your love and nothing about you.

The future we dreamed of is buried in dust,
A lie turned to ash, tainted by rust.
The light we shared has long since burned out,
And I’m left alone, filled with doubt.

Still, I build, though it doesn’t feel right,
A life without color, without a gleam of light.
The days drag on, time moves too slow,
And I wait, in this empty place, for a love that will never show.

One day, I turn, and the road’s still bare,
No footsteps, no voice, no one to care.
Just a cold, endless stretch that goes on and on,
Where dreams once lived, but now they’re gone.

I’m defeated, the desert’s weight in my chest,
Building for a future that I can’t digest.
The promise you made has turned into a lie,
And all I have left is the dust, the wind, and the sky.

So I wait, in this place where nothing grows,
A memory fading, where only emptiness knows.
The ghost of what was, and what never will be,
And I wait, alone, in this desert, lost to the sea.