Its cloudy

Like the tear drops, you form on the corner and make my cheeks red.

You were always expected. But for others, only for others!
To me you are new, each time.

You blow your feelings from inside, before you come. And my hair falls into my eyes.
Silly you! just want to see my eyes wet?

You make me pale and make my throat dry. Your clear drops will fall on my bruises.
When you hug, I lose myself.

Tear drops will fall from leaf edges for a day, when you go. For you, that's just the aftermath.

Still..

When are you coming?