I am the one, Dusk, I am the one!

a free verse poem on an infinite wait and search

she sat by the window, her anxious hands perched on the floor, fingers twitching, she sat by the window, her rolling eyeballs searching, eagerly, for dusk, to arrive for her, at her wooden door, and take her away, away to a faraway land!

and dusk did arrive, dusty and dark, as it passed by her wooden, broken door, he stopped, where is she? where is she who’s waiting for me?

she said i am the one, i am the one who’s waiting for you.

dusk said i can hear you, i cannot see you, how would i know it’s you, whose eyes sought me, how would i know?

her door left open, ajar, dusk kept journeying to the horizon, to the point where the sun has set, searching for her, whose eyes sought him, whilst her anxious hands, scampered, kept scampering, for a lantern and a matchbox!

Thanks to Dr. Mehmet Yildiz, and all the editors at Illumination for sheltering a lot of my poems.