I do not know if it was love

or something else-

what I saw

in your expectations,

yearnings,

in your vulnerability,

the long silences,

your overbearing pride

and the sincere openness ?

I still don’t know if it was love

I had seen

or just some silly dream of mine ?

I do not know if it was sadness

I could see

in your eyes-

was it a drop of tear ?

Your lips as silent as they always are,

just a little hesitant

or was it something else ?

I don’t know if it was so easy for you

to end it all,

or actually it was and it always

is so simple to close and forget ?

Only for these unanswered queries

I still breathe

and I shall wait.