I was fighting the urged
of melting in your arms,
Hoping someday you'll
smile and hold my hands.
The way I was drowned by
your deep amber colored iris
that sparkles a horizon
of indefinite unwanting
Then I looked at the huge clock
in our favorite restaurant.
Unconciously listened
as the manager says
"its already 11:37 PM"
For a moment I've realized
I was waiting for someone
who will uncertainly come
neither in our favorite
spot, nor beside
mine but
in my
life.
