Fearing that you might come.

It's midnight and I'm all alone,
sunken in the ocean of thoughts;
fearing that you might come,
and fearing that you might not.
As I take steps in darkness,
I am occupied by thoughts of your return;
fearing that you might come,
and fearing that you might not.

It's midnight - I haven't slept,
thinking possibilities of your return,
fearing that you might come,
fearing that you might not.
As I turn the pages of my diary,
I await writing the last few lines;
fearing that you might come,
and fearing that you might not.

- Syed Rehan