Waiting by the door

Waiting for a call

Waiting for the one, to pass by me in the hall

The one he walks close by me

The one he walks, then stops

The one cannot make up his mind, what is it the one wants?

The one he looks at me

He looks and one day talks

He looks and talks with loving eyes until one day they drop

The one has eyes like a jungle

Tangled and confused

His proud smile like a thirsty hunter, but his treasure he will lose

My eyes are like a jungle too

Determined, wild, and free

My smile is the treasure – a treasure known only to me

I watched the one as he walks

I gaze at him when he stops

He used to walk and stop for me until one day I’m not

I’m not the one he waits for

He stays, but not for me

His jungle eyes they wait for her

Now I see what I could not see

I watch the one as he waits for her

Like he used to wait for me

His jungle eyes have risen from the floor to look, differently

He would barely look with nervous eyes, ashamed of what I could not see

But he looks at her with anticipation, hunger, for what used to be

One day, the one betrayed her

He would lie and steal and cheat

The next day, the one be betrayed me

He did the very same things

The one he lied to me, said he did not, but he did

The one he stole from me, my heart, unguarded it had to give

The one he cheated me, called our jungle eyes the same

He said mine were beautiful

If only his were tame