Padam

I lied.
I do wait for you to come.

Everyday.
Every sound outside the window makes me think about you.

Anticipation.
Anguish.

Non-existing knock on the doors.

Words.

Unspoken.
Undelivered.

Cowardice of the lips that refuse to speak.
Crowd of witnesses to those thoughts that belong to you only.

Thief enjoying secretly the memories of the touch of your hand.
Would my smile mesmerize you again today?

All the padams I've heard turned to one.
A girl with rosy lips and a dreamy boy.

Would you laugh at me if I told you all this?