Robert Isaacs Chiwala

Longing

Looking out

On a window

Hoping

To see you

 

The same road

You had always take

You would have

Been gone by now

 

Just wanted to see your face

Escort you

As I usually did

Such moments are really missed

 

Oh did you give me

Your hand

Such a tender hand

A pleasure so much a favour

 

We have walked

In lonely streets

Such a big world

We have lived

 

I missed your lovely smile

Taunting whispers

Concealed in your pretence 

Revealed by such uncontrollable giggles

 

I\'m here at the window

Waiting for you

To come by

Such a burning desire