At the crossroads of gross contradictions

At the crossroads of gross contradictions
We stood, a blazing farewell.
The street was already night,
And gave the evening a disappointment.

I coughed a little, and then I cried again.
You spoke, quietly and frankly,
And I was waiting for your "I'm Sorry...".
And you already knew I was stubborn.

You didn't say, maybe by knocking.
Crazy heart, I didn't hear you...
And I still have your hot hands on me.,
I would feel it even among a thousand people.

Don't you dare think I forgot you.