You Didn't Come Riding on a Horseback

John Samuel

The tryst was changed for the second time.
My brain muttered,
You will miss it again.
You said that you will come.
My heart told me to believe,
And to wait for you.
But you didn't come riding on a horseback.

You were late for the tryst,
My cruel brain mocked me.
My heart rebuked it to stop this scorn,
And let it cherish those moments.
Those valuable moments of waiting,
Before the destined hour of meet.
But you didn't come riding on a horseback.

At this hour, no cathedral bells rang.
No lightning flashed in the sky.
No cool breeze was flowing.
The sun was getting ready to sleep.
And here am I, waiting alone.
Waiting all alone, for you to come.
But you didn't come riding on a horseback.

I looked for you, for your signs,
In all four directions of the carrefour.
And then you came, walking towards me.
Is that really you?
The person whose image I saw,
But on a virtual screen.
Yes, you came, you finally came.
But you didn't come riding on a horseback.

But why was I expecting a horse?
Was my vision so blurred,
Because of all those books I read?
Were my aspirations too high?
When what should matter is that you came.
Yes, you came and you came with a dog.
But you didn't come riding on a horseback.

Your dog was dragging you.
I was a bit scared.
And I asked myself,
Who wants to see me more?
You or your dog.
As for me, I want to embrace you more.
But you didn't come riding on a horseback.


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