When You Come...

When You come….

When you come and tell me,

Why you haven’t called?

Why you haven’t tried to be in touch.

Why, in spite of missing me a lot,

You haven’t tried to be here at all?

I will smile, my sad sweet smile,

And look into your warm eyes.

Sexy, mesmerising eyes, and say,

Darling, I understand.

You don’t need to explain.

If you could be here sooner,

You would come without any delay.

I trust you, to do the right thing,

I know you will come through.

It’s just that, waiting is hell,

And no contact with you is,

Damaging to my mind,

Can’t you tell?

Though I have an unshakeable,

Belief in your sincere feelings,

I sometimes, stumble and fall,

Into the trap of self-doubt.

Indulge in self-pity and be the,

Tragedy queen, of all.

I know you care, I know you’ll call.

You’ll definitely come,

as soon as you can.

Until then, I will go quietly mad,

Trying to remain forever happy,

And never be, even a bit sad.

Lucks aka Sulekha