I was at the airport,
The walls were white,
The glass windows were tinted,
and, standing aside.
I looked out the window,
You were coming home.
And as I gazed at the deep blue,
Thinking of you,
I wondered just how much,
You might have changed.
Excitement filled my heart,
The flutter was no longer there
and the fear was gone.
I had thought I was right, but I was wrong.
I couldn't wait to see you again.
Had it really been four months ?
I had been forever impatiently,
Waiting for your arrival,
Then finally,
I saw the airplane fly in.
I pressed my hands against the glass,
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
The people came out en mas...(or so it seemed)
Everyone came out,
But I could not find you.
You were nowhere to be found,
You were nowhere to be seen.
Not giving up hope,
I waited.
Slowly, my smile silently faded,
But I kept on waiting,
And I waited some more.
Across the room,
The clock meticulously ticked.
Every second ticking louder than the last,
Until finally, hurt and weakened,
The tears ran down my cheek,
and the tears..
Awoke me.
Short talk :
Just for thought.
Old loves can still be friends for two reasons:
1. They never really loved each other,
2. They love each other still.
True that?
