At The Balcony

I see you there. You are playing with your hair and glancing at me every once in a while. When you turn to me, you give me that smile which makes me want to dive into you more than anything else in this world. But you always stop my imagination from going further. You are always like this. You make me wonder but then you push me away. What have I done to you? Why can you be so cruel yet so enchanting with your devilish smile? What's behind all these silent glances which shout more than words? Mere words. You are here. I see you just like this... Standing at the balcony, playing with your hair... And the moment you turn to me, it makes me realize you are never here. You were never at the balcony. At our long lost balcony.