Leaning on the pillar,
at a train station,
audible cries from babies,
huge crowd thronging around,
squeezing their way through,


I remained nonchalant,
nothing else matters but her,
Here i am,
glancing at my watch,
awaiting her arrival,


10 years to be precise,
every single day,
at this very location,
for they've all said,
beautiful things requires time,


The train leaves,
Ive felt no urgency at all,
for its all about patience,
a vivid image of her,
in my vast memory,
just soothes my impatience,


What she's said,
wanting me to board another train,
and leave this place without her,
will never come to pass,


Not a day ends,
without a single thought of her,
before i go to bed,
after i rise,
i could feel her in my deepest dreams,


My head,
tilted downwards,
noticed a faint shadow,
looking up at her,
was astonished by what i saw,
though im a little weary,
the dreamy gaze in her eyes,
made 10 years felt like a moment ago.