Have always longed for that footsteps which is so aloud yet so far.
That knock on my door, the wait kills me.
Have waited for so long, years have passed. My moments spent feverishly.
When the wait seemed futile, when I give up...I hear the knock.
I freeze.
I know the foot steps, the knock so well,the move,the rhythm.
I knew my lover stood beyond the closed door.
With every knock of his I died with it.
I ceased to open the door!!
He turned away and left.
My heart lurched with the pain of sending him away.
I loved him too much, I longed for his touch, kiss, his warmth... all my life.
I loved him enough to let him go...to another woman.
I knew he would see only me in every woman he met, slept,loved and held.
I gleamed with joy.
Oh love...thy name is revenge!
