Sorry, I kept you hanging,
Though I never gave you hope,
You had always waited with hope.
Hoping soon, in your way I would be coming.

Your longing I cannot tell,
As I thought it nothing serious,
For my blank eyes saw nothing.
And my dead heart felt no coercive pull.

Impatiently waiting,
Not saying anything,
You lost hope.
Frustrated, you could not do otherwise.

By and by…
I could see the stories in your eyes
Little by little I could read your mind
And interpret your feelings quite right.

Now taken…
Still I see your tears of frustration,
And your sharp eyes of reproach.
Sorry, for ignorantly ignoring your extended hand.