Waiting
I stood outside waitingHolding on to the volatile hope
Which he had filled in me
The pale canine looked out through the
Geometrical space in the mocking gate
He didn't bark
He didn't wag his tail
The harsh sun scowled
The stunted tree
Took pity on me
I stood outside waiting
I don't know for how long
For I was ready to stand there
Till the last moment of my stay
Then he came
Whistling
For me?
My cheeks burned
A bead of sweat ran down my back
His presence subdued the sun
His tune charmed the cool breeze
Too shy to look up
I stood there quietly
Studying his shadow
He handed over the parcel
Mumbled something
(All I could hear was my heart)
And walked back into the house
I still stood there waiting
Waiting for him to turn around
And say "Come home dear"
Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-07-11 at 10:30
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