Hello!

I walked in the door and there you were.

Nervously sipping your cup of cappuccino,

Wiping off the lipstick stain of the rim of the cup.

Looking slightly embarrassed wondering if anyone took notice.

I decided to take a distant table.

One, from where I could catch glimpses of you.

Watch you as you gingerly maneuver your clutch, fetching a mirror.

Once again adjusting your fringes; then wondering if you should have left your tresses open.

I looked at the watch again.

Only half hour late.

And I wondered if it mattered to him…

To have to make you wait?

                        

The waiter looked at you eagerly.

And your eyes answered him almost instantly,

Apologizing for him.

A few seconds later came a phone call.

Your eyes light up like fireflies in the jungle.

But soon they brim with tears.

And you are trying to so hard to hide them,

But no avail.

So you pay the check and walk away.

So I curse myself again, wondering if I should have just walked by,

And said “Hello …”

Now that you're gone.

I feel crippled today.
As though someone took away a limb, or one of those six senses.
Like someone robbed the voice inside of me,
And placed that loving heart in that wooden box, right next to you.

The voice has got silenced.
No more does it talk, or laugh or breathe even.
It just lies there confused, lifeless.

No more does the ink flow on paper,
Like the blood in healthy veins.
Perhaps an imitation of your being.

No more does the hand have courage,
For no words get penned.
Just agony on paper.

Then like a ray of hope a thought dawns that maybe in a parallel universe,
These words are being written so that you see my thoughts breathe again.
You are resuscitating them.
Giving them wings, so they reach you.

Or maybe that voice was silenced so a new one emerges.
This time it being yours not mine.
That you get a chance to say what you couldn't,
To live again.
This time through my words.