I sit still and withdrawn
waiting for the dawn.
Eyeing the droplets
as they pour from the taps
under the frons.
Wishing for acceptance
to arrive.
As noon approached
those flashes from past
intensified the yearning
and set the fireball of emotions
alive.
Finally with the twilight
birds returned
for a new beginning  
the understanding dawned.
Love is within.
Love is me.
Not the one who just walked past and left me.