I will be standing in the corner
in fashionable attire,
picking from time to time
on a fancy looking watch,
that was bought on Grand street.
opening a newspaper,
then rolling it back.
waiting for you, although I know you won’t come.
as matter of fact, I never saw you,
and I don’t know how do you look.
I searched for you in the eyes of people of the street,
but never found.
I don’t believe to the people’s eyes,
I don’t believe to the mirrors too.
they’re not telling the truth,
they only show what they want you to see.
most likely you passed by,
without being noticed,
averting your gaze
to the side.
O’ I’ll wait.