The Unr**d

HE

I stood by the streetlight
Looking for him to come by
He would come by, right?

Twelve years back,
December first
He had kissed me
On my forehead
Saying
He would miss me forever

I recall his white T-shirt
Blending with his blue jeans
I recall his platinum blond hair
Blending with his blue eyes
I recall this blond moon
Blending with this blue night

I stand here
Under the same light
On the same path
As he said he would
Wait for me here
Even if twelve years passed

Now, I am here waiting for him
Blue blending with the blond
Now, I am here thinking about him
Would he not come?

Even if he does
Would he be my streetlight
That he would light for me
in the dark?
Or was I just the footpath
That he would just walk past me?