The light is pink,

And flowers glitter in red

I sit in a comfortable chair

trying to fill my empty heart

It’s the middle of the day

So I am half relaxed half tired

I wait for the poem to come

And for someone to fill the next chair

I can see couples arriving with smile

And the performers preparing their piece.

But…I still can’t see you

Still away still hidden, you

I have to wait and believe in fate

Because one day you shall arrive

So I wait for the poem

But not for someone to fill the next chair

I float in the rhythm of words

And sink in the ocean of my feelings

Let the day pass like this

With you without you.

I feel not alone as time progresses

Because now I can revel in the verses

Which take my soul from me to you.

I listen to the heartbroken legends

Who speak of my feelings in their words

I love the music of songs on love,

And the poems full of rhythmic chords

What all they make me think of is you

Still away still hidden, you

The show ends here

With a handful of memories to bear

My stomach sank

My heart ached a little

But I didn’t break, how could I

It was getting late for me

The night was looming over empty roads

I wish I could stay there some more

But it would not make any difference, no way.

So I lifted my bag and left the room

Consoling myself, ‘one day you shall arrive.’