Waiting
On a chilly winter night
While I was sleeping
You touched me.
I woke up
Could not find you anywhere.
But the touch
The strong touch was still there.
The room was dark
The red hued indicator light
Was creating enchantment.
Everyone was asleep beside me.
Could not find the source.
Your portrait?
The mosquito net?
The wall of the room?
The reddish light?
The silence of the night?
The stars that I gazed before sleeping?
The romantic songs I heard?
My nerves?
My imagination?
The stories I heard?
My longing for love?
For understanding?
For forgiveness?
How can it happen with me?
But the touch was there.
Undeniable, unquestionable.
The twenty one year old
Suddenly felt that
She is not a burden.
She knew that
It will not last.
Please do not leave me
She said.
Take anything
But please do not leave.
She fell asleep
Woke up in the morning.
The touch was not there.
It changed its form
And became a wait
A wait for the elusive touch.
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