In hopes of you,
I lie in wait, every day,
that you will be back,
only to be proven wrong.

'He won't be back,
get a grip of yourself.'
Says everyone who sees me
not knowing that I believe, you will
be back, even though, it's been
over 10 years now.

I cry myself to sleep,
every night and even then,
my mind refuses to rest,
longing for your embrace,
the warmth hidden in it,
with the pillow beside doing
no justice.

I sniff your side of the pillow,
your shirts and t-shirts.
They are like an ecstasy for me,
a drug that puts my mind at ease temporarily,
but only enhancing the possibility
of you coming back to me,
making me restless all over again.
Oh! When would this nightmare end?

Until one day, I get a call.
A body discovered and waiting
to be identified. I numbly agree,
to this dreadful routine.
Nobody knows where you had gone,
speculations of a run away, affair,
and even death were considered.
But I paid no mind to any.

Persuasion of having me to move on
were brought by many,
but never...