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I Watch The Road

I Watch The Road The house still breathes the shape of you, Every door remembers what we knew. Your armor rests where the daylight fades, Quiet now, like unspoken prayers. I walk the paths we used to take, Count the hours I stay awake. The fire burns, but softer than before, As if it listens for your step at the door. They say the world keeps turning fast, But here it moves like broken glass. I speak your name into the flame, Not to call you back—just to stay the same. If fate is kind and steel holds true, I will still be standing when it brings back you. They tell me hope is a fragile thing, A candle shaking in the wind’s cold ring. But I hold on, through doubt and fear— Every night, I know you hear. I watch the road where the shadows fall, Through changing seasons, through silence long. I keep a light in the window’s glow, Not to bind you—just so you know. I pray your strength outlasts the fight, That dawn still finds you standing upright. Until you return, whatever’s been— With every breath, I believe in you. The days are stitched with simple things, With waiting taught by changing rings. I’ve learned the weight of empty chairs, And how to fold unanswered prayers. Some nights I dream you speak my name, Not as a vow, but just the same. You never promise what you can’t keep, You just say “wait” — and I still believe. The world would have me let you go, Call it wisdom, call it growth. But love is not a chain or plea, It’s standing still—and letting be. They say time changes what we are, Turns living faith into a scar. But I remain, through doubt and fear— Every night, I know you’re near. I watch the road where the shadows fall, Through changing seasons, through silence long. I keep a light in the window’s glow, Not to bind you—just so you know. I pray your strength outlasts the fight, That dawn still finds you standing upright. Until you return, whatever’s been— With every breath, I believe in you. I am not afraid of being alone, Only of the day hope turns to stone. If you return with scars and pain, You will never stand here ashamed. Lay your burden at the door, You don’t have to be the warrior anymore. You are the reason the night feels kind, The quiet strength I hold inside. You are the vow I never spoke, The steady hand when faith is broke. I will wait, through ash and flame, Through whispered doubt and spoken blame. If you still walk beneath this sky— I will be here when you arrive. If this world takes more than it should, If the ending isn’t gentle or good, Know I chose this path to stand, Not as a shadow, but as I am. I did not wait because I was weak— I waited because love can endure the years. I keep your place, I keep your name, Not as a promise—but a flame. Not as a prayer that begs to win, But faith that breathes, again and again. If you still walk beyond the thin, Then every night has meant something. Come home changed, or come home scarred— You are loved for who you are. I’m still here I always was I’m waiting still The night grows still outside this door, No footsteps yet, no sound of war. I do not beg the stars to bend, I only ask them to defend. If you return at break of day, Or years from now, or not this way, You will not find a world undone— I stayed. I lived. I carried on... No vow was spoken, none was sworn, But love remains, weathered, worn. And if your road still leads you here, You will not find an empty place— You’ll find me standing, unafraid.