An Unwanted Guest

A little of this, and a little of that
Sitting in the loneliness of the coffee table
With a confused mind and increased heartbeat,
waiting for an unwanted guest.

It’s uncomfortable, to speak to someone new, someone u know nothing about.
Still, we wanted to know each other.

"Will he be good to me.. How does he look ? tall, short, fat?
How does he sound like.. gruff masculine voice or maybe a soft spooky voice...!!
Will he like my company... Will he say I'm too cubby?
Does he has a nice smile.
Maybe, maybe . . . 

And lastly but not the least...

Is he the dream boy, I dream about ?"

I tell myself.
But my heart is a cynical hermit who frowns once, then shuts the door of his room.

Sometimes the greatest adventure is,

simply a conversation over a cup of coffee, without any expectations.

We sat on the coffee table, not knowing what to talk...
We looked into each other's eyes, and we knew, we had a lot to say and ask to each other.
But we had no words.

Its was now time to say goodbye, in a hope to never meet again.

He surprised me when he warped his soft arms,

around me and covered me, making me feel used.

Its was now time to wait for another unwanted guest.