The Wait…

I walk..
still alone..
I refuse to stop.
My mind wanders
as I feel the rain..
..its each drop.

Reminding me
of the last drizzle,
I shared with you.
Reminiscences and me
still here,
waiting for you.

Awaiting
the touch,
I still yearn for.
Refusing to part
with moments,
spent with you before.

Wait seems endless
like my love for you!

(c) Archana Bora