Waiting still...

Minutes go by as..
The air fogs up my glasses,
My hair gets tousled,
And sickeningly pale grows the face.


It's the third day but-
There's no sign of you coming.
As I had expected you to be,
Making up your mind again.


I have become a joke-
To all those who know my story.
And those who get to see me,
Waiting for you, as they pass me by.


But I am not bothered,
By what others want to see-
What's between us, cause I am still waiting
For you to come back to me.