She was standing there,
Eyes filled with anticipation,
Dreaming and planning the days to come,
The arrival call rings in her ear,
The gates open and there's hustle and bustle,
People around her jumping up and down,
To catch a glimpse of the familiar face they're waiting for,
In ones and twos they come pouring out of the gate,
Identifying their kith and kin,
Clearing the way and the place.
She was standing there,
Eyes filled with anticipation,
Clutching a boquet of pretty flowers,
And carrying a prettier smile on her face,
The number around her diminishing steadily,
Wondering what keeps him still,
Eyes fixed on the gate staring helplessly,
The place almost completely empty,
The gate was closing,
Where would she go, whom would she ask?
She was standing there,
Dejection pouring over her,
Streams of tears grazing over her cheeks,
She looks down at the boquet,
Suddendly flowers looked more miserable than her,
Her legs seemed to be stuck at the place,
She was incapable of movement,
A heavy hand falls upon her shoulder,
She Turns back with almost a jerk,
Sees straight into those eyes of longing and passion,
Asked her calmly eye contact still on,
"Honey!why you waiting at the gate of another flight?",
Amidst the wetness and tears,
She gives a small chuckle to herself,
Threw her arms around him,
Giving him the best hug she had ever given,
And said softly "Of course you were coming"...
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