WAIT
AT THE DOORWAY
I
sit at the doorway
waiting
as is usual,
Will
his frame walk in
through
the mist?
I
thought he was now
out
of my mind and heart,
now
that I never worried what to
make
for the next days breakfast.
There
has to be an end
to
this wait
at
the gate...
Its
driving me round the bend.
This
is what I wanted most-
my
poems neatly written,
my
strawberries bitten,
and
my coffee and toast.
Yet
I sit at the doorway
waiting
as usual, hoping
his
frame shall
walk through the mist.
~Vinita Ganesh~