They wonder why I remain single.
I find peace when I gaze into the night, with only the sound of my breathing.
"I can't believe you're not involved with anyone," they say.
I listen to my heart, unburdened by the weight of attachments. I feel content.
I may be proud.
I may be an unconventional woman.
I may seem misguided to you.
I may be unlucky in love.
Who knows what I've tied to my simple heart with every breath?
Am I yearning for the allure of love?
Do I reflect on the moments that bind two souls together?
Do I ever wonder what it would feel like to have a companion by my side, a soft, empty moon gazing at me through the clear windows of time?
Do I imagine my body floating beneath another?
My hands intertwined with theirs?
Soft, tender skin pressing against mine?
Well, that remains a mystery to you.
For me, it is a wonder, a curiosity, a treasure of time.
Perhaps one day, before the sunset, I will taste the skin of my dreams, fragrant with sunshine and poetry, lying peacefully beneath my skin.
Shahla Latifi
March 2025
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Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (
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A sense of being content with being on their own but hasn't given up on the thought the right person might still come along, enjoyed the read
The right person - a blend of the brightest stars from the past- is an invisible treasure to possess.
Thank you for your honest comment.
You are very welcome, but never give up
Thank you:)
Contentment is not to be questioned in what ever form it takes. Change will come when desired. Each fruit ripens in its own time. A lovely write
I agree that change occurs when desire truly aligns with a statement of reality and time.
Thank you very much for your intelligent input.
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