The Wait

You left me on a hot summer day
Standing in the rain
Pressed between sweaters and coats

When leaves crumpled under my feet
And pumpkins were being carved
When tattered my teeth
And street kids being starved

When sweaty hands handed me rain wet money
And the car splashed mud on my face
When comedy shows were not so funny
And I had lost all my grace

When days were grumpy gloomy and grey
And sometimes yellow with pink lemonade
When flowers were brown and green in decay
And I was the unbecoming red most shade

When I changed myself every season
Waiting for you with the same enthusiasm
And thinking of the very moment you'd come
It made me realize what had i become

But you came not ever
You betrayed me clever

For when I woke
It was neither monsoon nor fall
It was not winter or summer at all
It was peace; for the turmoil had stopped
My heart thumped and heart beat dropped

It was peace because I had known
That sometimes we wait for absolutely none
And wouldn't it be better to have let gone
Than trying too much,too long?