when do u think, we have done it

when do you think, we have done it
the leftover fruits
the stale pudding
the effervescence of the cold tea
but waiting at the airport
is not enough
why shoudl we not now rest
rest at the nearest lamp post
we can lean over it
or just sit at its feet
let the passerby go, but drops of teh rain
will soak us
and then may be we will wash the stains of memories
which are not soothing now