He knocked me out

Slammed shut the door on my face

I remained there crying for an inordinate length of time,

In hope of the door to open once last time

But never did that happened again.

I kept crying until once I felt

My tears were not more than just smooth water

No emotions, no feeling just weeping

For sack of tears that I had shed before

There for the first time I tried hard and turned around,

Stepped ahead few steps

Then I saw

Millions of people waiting for me on their doors,

With wide charming smiles on their faces and arms up in air.

I went forward embraced everyone

And moved on but

I neither forgot the one for whom I waited ages.

Fiction of Highland