Near the window,
Looking at the street,
Where I met you last.
Thinking about the scene,
Wishing it to occur,
At least once in ever.
A silly wish,
It may sound.
As they say,
Wishes do come true in the end.
Well, that's the thing,
I have questioned now and forever.
It is clear to me now,
How it got weaved together.
Thinking about the choices,
Adding the wrong ones too.
If one thing has gone different,
We might not have been with each other.
As the feelings linger a bit longer,
Forming a picture of us laughing at each other,
Asking the heart to beat a little louder,
Making it look like yesterday,
Me with you on the street together.
On this day, I would like to confess,
How wrong I had always been,
You were not only my Someone,
You were my everything.
My one-stop solution.
You were my together,
And that's what I miss,
The together.
-bubblehead95
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Author:
bubblehead95 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Most of us must have someone in our life whom we miss without even asking or saying to do so. What we miss the most is the bond or the connection. This bond between them is so pure, innocent, and soft that we are terrified to lose it. Everything is so glittery till the person is around you. But the real question arises when they vanish that too suddenly. Who? How? Why? These are three-letter words, but they hold all the emotions we want to convey or ask. Eventually, it boils down to that one memory that keeps on haunting you. That you crave, which you want to live or feel the same at least once. Sadly, she feels the same. Yes, together is what she miss. This piece explains more about that one memory. -bubblehead95
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I feel so cozily embraced in the words of your poetry, you can't even imagine. I feel safe in your poetry. I love how relatable this poem is and the way you touch a little on the Butterfly Effect in the third stanza is lovely. Finely done as usual! ✨💖
Honestly, I debated while posting this piece, but now I am glad I did so. I am delighted to know about what this poem made you feel. Words are my peace as well as the escape. Thank you so much, rocky.
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