WAIT

One morning in the mountains,

I waited beneath the golden light,

Counting breaths like footsteps.

The dawn crept slowly,

Stretching shadows thin;

I held onto silence,

As if it were a promise.

Time felt thick,

Moving reluctantly.

I watched the sky shift colors,

Searching for a sign;

Every sound made me turn,

Hope rising too quickly.

But it was always the wind.

Or a bird.

Or nothing.

The mountains stood patient,

Teaching me how to endure.

I whispered your name

Into the morning air,

It floated away,

Soft but certain.

I stayed,

Because waiting is love too,

A quiet kind.

©®Madhumita