I am sipping my 27th cup of coffee
waiting for the shop to get crowded,
so people will not eye me with suspicion or pity.
So I can be in company of people
who have nowhere to go, like me.
For whom, home is just a place you run away from.
I wait for the sun to set.
I wait for the sounds of your approaching footsteps.
I see you make your way
to the table behind me.
I don’t have to look, to know it’s you.
I know you much more than I should.
We have lived together for too long.
And you wouldn’t know me
even if you saw my face.
You have only known yourself,
your world knows nothing but you.
And slowly the seats around you
are filled one by one.
And empty chairs
are being drawn and dragged around you.
And with these strangers
I hear my stories from
your mouth that seem like
the only warmth in their life.
I hear every word you say,
I hear it everyday
waiting at this shop.
To hear, if you ever came to miss me.
Ever said my name with a melancholy
of losing something precious.
If in the stories you tell,
if you could still see me.
If for a moment I could hear you utter word “love”
with my name in its periphery.
I do not love you.
I’m not here to claim you back.
Not here to prove my eternal undying love.
I am just waiting in this cold
that when I sold you my life,
when you used up my story
what you did with me?
Am I there in that heart?
Or at the bottom of some frozen lake?
I need to start looking for it.
And I don’t know where to start.
That is so sad but amazing writing.
Thank you 🙂 That means a lot to me. I am glad that you enjoyed reading my poem. 😀 😀
Thanks a lot 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂
You already know where it is,
In all you text you share a part of it
Isn’t it time to set a new goal?
Look deep in the eyes of the future
And start forgetting what made you unsure
Thank you for your words of support 🙂
Appreciate it 🙂
Loved it, Nayana! Loved the description.
Thanks a lot.:-)
Glad you liked it:-)
I sure did. 😃😃😃