Short Prose

I was, here, waiting for you to turn up!

I was, here, waiting for your steps to thump in my ears.

I was, here, waiting for you to come over.

I was, here, waiting for you to meet me.

I was, here, waiting for your lips to whisper.

I was, here, waiting for you to sit right across the table.

I was, here, waiting for your smile to brighten my day,

I was, here, waiting for you to see myself in your eyes.

I was, here, waiting for you to order the best of chaats.

I was, here, waiting to recall those moments,

I was, here, waiting to relive those fond memories.

I was, here, waiting to hear that voice once again,

I was, here, waiting to be numb again,

I was, here, waiting for you to ‘chill’ again,

I was, here, waiting to sit with my dream again,

I was, here, waiting to see that happiness in your eyes again.

I was, here, waiting and scribbling my notepad again,

I was, here, waiting despite the fact that I’d have to leave (this place) after some time,

I was, here, waiting; knowing that no matter how much you wanted to, you won’t be coming!

I, was, here, waiting…waiting for you to come again,

I, was, here, waiting…waiting for my dream to sit beside me, once again!

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