I wait

“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” – Oscar Wilde

I have been waiting. All these time. Waiting. Day in and day out, I wait. I wait by the door. I wait like a faithful dog for his person. I wait for a note from you. I wait for the time you would think of me. I wait with another life in this room. I wait petting his head, smoothing and scratching his fur. I wait thinking of the men. I wait with hopes. I wait hopelessly. And I wait.

I wait for the time you'd come home. I wait for the time we'd finally meet, the coarseness of your hand on me, my eyes. Your eyes on me. the tenderness breaks my heart. I wait for the one chance to see you. Beautifying myself, my ever gesture, the way my hair is pinned. The moment silence would and should take over. The time I'd not have to say a word. And you would, you would understand.

Now that you are in my life, you said, the words you said, I'd always be here for you, you said, and you said that thousands of times. So I wait, with or without traces of tears, for you. All my life. I wait for you.

The bananas have gone weary. The water now stale. The cat hides no more.