Waiting, I sit on the city’s park-bench
And observe the busy pedestrian
Like a parade, as time moves in a cinch.
Some images conjure up memories
Bringing pain back that feels like heart pinch.
Reminding me of sad journal entries.
Some happy thoughts, too, unreel in my mind
As strangers traverse the concrete walk ways.
Evoking flashbacks like films in rewind.
People swarm the makeshift stalls of flowers
Picking colorful blooms in varied kinds.
Their petal droppings are lovely litters.
But I doubt it would be conspicuous
To the eyes of a city street sweeper
Whose life a routine and contenuous.
A grain of sweat trickles on my forehead.
My body reaction is congruous
To summer heat ~ it shines like precious bead.
The sounds of busy traffic in the street
Subdue the past’s bells ringing in my head.
Years go on, but things hasn’t changed a bit.
And then, I feel light pats on my shoulder.
I see your face, my waiting is over.
When was the last time you paid attention to the details of life? ~ Jeques
Just be with me.
See my heart and soul
And let time
Stand still ~
Look at me.
Show me the spark
behind those eyes
That you would not
Talk to me.
Translate your silence
So I would fathom
In your glances.
Write to me.
Send me letters
Of your heart
So you would fill
My empty page,
In my chamber
Anytime of day
While I’m awake
Or even in my dreams
In my hours
Run your finger tips
On my longing cheeks;
For my hands
For your reassuring
Those elusive eyes
To stay still
Always looking away
From my direction.
Whisper to me.
I want to listen
To your heart
Of your soul.
Let it speak.
Just for a brief moment,
Please look into my eyes,
Let time stand still ~