with the exuberance of a newly-awakened baby craving for her mother's warm milk and her soft, cloud-like arms, i waited for you. amid rains that fell like gentle rose petals a parade of rainbow bright umbrellas all wet, all struggling to face the howling, angry wind, i waited for you. coffee, steaming and violent, now frozen cold and dead like a a long forgotten book waiting to be picked loved, read, touched, taken cared of, i waited for you. until after the hostile rain lost its vigour and retreated silently into dusk defeated, anguished, dirty, invisible as night lights swallowed the dark clouds. until umbrellas, colourful, childlike, hid their faces in shame, i waited in vain.
