Waited…Waiting…

Sad it turns out to be this way.
So much for feeling happy that this day would be grand!!
But end up getting sore day.

Forty eight hours of yearning to see you
Turned out to be this way
Disappointed that you didn’t call her to see you in the morning
Your favorite blue failed to wipe the blues off your mindS
tale statements still afresh in minds
One hoping the other would get better
Situations and words didn’t help either
Made the matter worseMay be it isn’t worse
But the mood isn’t glad
Thinking and thinking, the fish goes deep into the sea
To hideHide from what?
Wishing she can control her ire
She keeps her fingers crossed