Obsession

I waited for you in the hall,

You said you wouldn’t be late,

So I kept listening for your call.

But hours passed with nothing at all—

I whispered, “Maybe I misread fate,”

Still hoping you’d walk through after all.

I traced your picture on my wall,

The smile I used to celebrate,

And wondered why you don’t recall.

The promises we made last fall—

The ones you swore were something great—

Now echo like a fading squall.

I search for signs in every mall,

In every face that looks your shape,

And feel myself begin to crawl…

Back to the place—the same old hall,

Where I stood trying to navigate,

The moment your silence built a wall,

And longing sharpened into fate,

And I lost myself in loving you through all.