You were there,
waiting outside my class,
seeing me through
that small window in the door,
but still so far away from me.
And That Wait is what I hate.
I hate,
I hate,
I hate!
Whole class hours are spent thinking about you.
Thinking when I would see you.
Thinking of all the previous and previous
and
past many
previous day things.
The only thought during the class that prevails,
is when
will I get a break!
Trainer looked in no mood to leave us
And
the knowledge of the
thing
that somebody is waiting outside
Is enough to make one more impatient to sit.
But she had no other option but to sit and wait.
Wait
till she would be able to see him,
Wait
till she would be able to hold his hand,
Wait
till she would be able to hear his talks,
Wait
till she would be able to see him smile.
But you he had some thing in mind.
Things he might have planned, maybe a long time ago.
It was that day.
The day we met.
The day we talked.
The day we confessed.
It was our day!
Day of our love’s inception.
No matter what might have happened,
Roses were sure to make
a presence.
And you had them there for her, along with all your heart’s
sayings bounded in a card.
It was a beautiful morning.
The best sunrise I have ever seen!
Our day started with the most perfect ingredients.
The walk, the talk,
the look, the kiss.
I remember it all
And I know you too remember it all.
And why shouldn’t we,
As your thought is something
that goes on and on !!!