I woke up today:
all giddy and excited,
hoping,
ho(p)ping,
hoping,
to catch a glimpse,
a second,
or two,
of you.
Hoping,
ho(p)ping,
hoping,
and then,
nothing.

A Plead :
Come back
Before I leave
For good
For that
You have eight weeks

A Promise :
I’ll wait
For you to return
Before I leave
For good
For that
I have eight weeks

* * *

But deep down she knew: he will never come back.

What if I insist?, he asked
(Because he wants her to stop)

Then I insist back, she replied flatly.
(Because she is bewitched)

My reply to loveindisaster's comment.

Happiness is
knowing that you exist

And existing
only begins
once you start
disappearing

* * *

But sometimes, disappearing does not lead to existing.