An incomplete poem

I waited for you,
in the eerie midnight -
Stretching my arms
Unto the ephemeral dreams.

I waited for you
In the seconds,
of sickness and intensity
and i sweat to the freezing winds.

I waited for you
In my damaged poem,
Where words stammered
for uneven breaths.

I waited for you
Beside the moon,
with other lone stars.
But
it outflowed me
cimmerian light and then left.

I waited, and prayed for you
to come and look at me
the clock stopped,
phone yawned.

But still,
I waited for you
With my yearning eyes
that cease to gleam.

I waited for you
Standing by the alphabets.
Making secret anagrams.

I waited for you
While my poem turned to wine,
vains to icy coils and
night to frozen coffee.

I waited for dreams,
and for you.
an Azan answered my
both questions.

I waited for you,
your words and chuckles.
but
the foggy morning
and sleepy eyes
asked me to hear
the ending lines of my poem.
But still,

I am waiting for you
In the midst of
these saffron and sandalwood trees,
in my weird dream.
listening to this bird
singing gazals of tranquility.

and I keep waiting
only for you.