Now I'm staring at the wall.
I was waiting at the door.
To warmly welcome you back.
With a cheery love I plucked.
And kiss you soon after you knock.
Hand you a hug.
And take your bag.

I was eagerly waiting for the knock.
For you to take down
the longing gut pain.
As your presence light up
my heart again.
While you drown me in your tall day talk.

But I saw numbers dozed on the clock.
And watched rocks lock their block.
The night grew gray.
And all I did I was pray.

The cheery love I held, shrinked that night.
Since they took away your presence; my light.
That was when, my world remained dark.
Cos you never, came back.

My heart burst in my hand and looks forlorn.
Cos the pale love torn and left a thorn .
The pain pricks the most, at dawn.
And I cry each time like a newborn.

Now I stare at the wall.
I used to wait at the door.
Now you hang on the wall.
We used to hang around the mall.

I should have been waiting at the door.
But I'm staring at the wall.
Staring at the wall,
all I see is the last thing my mind drew.
all I see is the last picture of you.

A/N:Dear reader,
for the first time this is
a blend of fiction and nonfiction.
Inspired by @fly2live's
book, Humming Bird.
I added some fictional elements and a bit of my history .