As I was walked,

I looked for a familiar face amongst the sea of people.

I was discouraged when I couldn’t find you.

Nevertheless,

I kept looking.

Searching.

For even a small glimpse of you. 

Even when I got to my destination, 

I kept looking for you.

I waited for a while.

People came and went,

but I continued waiting.

Hoping that you would come.

I looked down at my watch.

An hour passed. 

Looking back, 

the hope I held onto was a little pathetic.

There was no way you would come.

Now,

there was no longer anyone around. 

I wondered if I should just leave. 

But I decided to wait a little longer.

I held onto my small glimmer of hope 

that you would somehow arrive.

So many thoughts raced into my head.

Doubt, yearning, and desire.

A pit formed in my stomach. 

I was right.

You would never come. 

Or so I thought.

I began to leave. 

But you came

running.