Anticipation

Sitting lonely on the edge of seat,
Waiting from dawn with eyes full of hope,
Holding my breath to get a glimpse
Of her lovely sparkling face.

Thinking of the times we had,
Celebrating the moments we spent,
Dreaming of living them again,
I wait alone for my first love.

The starry nights we spent together,
The fights we had every month,
When you’d vanish without a trace,
For three whole days
And then return with a sheepish little grin.

Patience slipping away,
Anxiety filling in,
Fear creeping in,
And light fading out.

The awaited moment arrives,
When the precious times would return,
As I see her rising between the mountains,
My first love; my reason for life.