Begone Love

I don't know what I am Waiting for, on this chair, Near you, and with a book in my hand. Silence occupied, you on your work But what am I waiting for Near you? Blank in the mind, But calm just to be here. Don't know what drags me Near to you, though we are Not meant for each other. I don't know what I am Yarning for, staying still and peeking At you, as you are not something I could have, and I am left With an option to go With the flow I don't know why am I sitting Here, nothing to talk about as if The talkings are done through our hearts, And eyes glaring to each other with So many unspoken words.