The wait...

A Poem by A hollow soul

It's 9 in the evening...
Her eyes are stuck forever at the door bell...
Her mind is waiting endlessly...
To quench the thirst of her never ending wait...

It was this same picture some years ago...
It was this same time...
The clock had struck 9 then too...
But her heart was not as hollow as it is today...

It was adorned with endless dreams...
Endless hope...
Endless wishes...
And..... Endless Love...

All of them were shattered together...
At a single ring of the door bell...
Yes... This same door bell...
Was never so haunted before...

She was then unaware of the fate....
That had touched her already...
She wasn't aware she could never see her love again...
And that her dreams were all wiped off by a single storm of rain...

But today, somewhere in a crack of her heart...
There still resides a little Ray of hope...
She is still waiting for that bell to ring...
Once again...
That may end this eternal distance of separation...