And every time,
I don’t see you coming.
And every morning,
You arrive.
Softly stealing through the undergrowth,
Wiping the sleep from my eyes.
And in the long, lazy afternoons,
I wait for you.
Patiently. Quietly.
I close my eyes,
And share my secrets with the wind.
Hoping you will breathe them in,
With the softly scented air.
The monsoon rain beats down on my eyelids,
And trickles past my parted lips.
And every time,
I open my eyes.
And you are never there.