Chasing pavements.

When you watch the car drive off,

and you stand by the pavement waving goodbye.

Often there's sadness,

But only a flicker.

You know they will return,

you just await the right time.

So despite the goodbye,

you still smile,

standing by the pavement.

But what if they might not return?

What if they don't want to.

And though you long for them to come back,

you just shouldn't.

For the longer you wait,

the colder it gets.

The winds slowly break your stance,

as you can no longer keep a smile,

crouching by the pavement.

So you pick yourself up,

turn back to the front door.

 Awaiting what is to come.

And hope that

The next visitor that comes,

won't ever have to leave.

And you'll never have to say goodbye,

standing by that same old pavement.

But maybe,

just maybe.

The ones that left.

will come back.

So I can welcome them back,

by that pavement.