You imagined faces, thought of names
Wondered at the size of his palms
All this time you held a wanted sign without the poster, just a blank profile
and an expression of longing. Blank sighs.
You were there, everyday, like a dog waiting for its owner
picking up scents and footsteps
eager for a ring.
Royalties are welcomed with salutations but thieves break open doors
So don’t just stand there waiting, leave it open. Someone will come.
You don’t need to know their names,
it only mattered if they stay.