Silently watching the clock ticking, eagerly waiting; patiently.
Time flies till it reaches 5pm, smiling widely.
People start rushing, packing.
Cleared some work, unknowingly was the only one left.
Everyone went back, I guess it’s not just me, who feels excited.
Drove back home, for a hopeful evening.
Bathe, make up and select outfit.
Waiting the clock to tell me it’s time, he’s back.
Sitting, waiting patiently.
Time passed and every minute seems so long.
The sound of the keys shook me away from the tv.
Looked at the door eagerly.
Disappointed was written all over my face.
My heart pounds hardly, and my head thinks.
How come, I try to spend my time, precious time with him.
Thinking I had to understand, work, yes I did.
Needles to say, my mind starts to wonder.
With my attitude, to understand how I feel with being away for 1.5 months is not easy.
How can I try to spend as much time as I want with you but you…
With no communication, this is what happened.
- wants to feel that you too, want to spend such precious moments with me knowing I would be away. Wants you to want to spend time with me, miss me even if for you 1.5 months is short. -Disheartened-
