One gate, thousand thoughts Poem, by Shradha , at My poetic side

There's a gate I pass each evening,

hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

My eyes scan the crowd, for a face–

the one my heart memorized a long ago.

AND THEN..

I slow down, not because I'm tired

But because you're there, by the gate

Turning an ordinary walk into poetry.

We passed.

The gate swallowed us both.

I looked back hoping you'd do the same. And

how silly of me–

To forget that I don't exist in your world.

But..

Somewhere between my footsteps and silence,

I hope your heart hears mine.

And maybe, just maybe..

one day you'll stop by the gate for me too.

–shradha.

Comments +

sorenbarrett June 28th, 2025 13:37
A time and place so familiar where the heart speaks to a mind that is closed and in that pause where both are disputing a glimpse of a wish that only fairytales hold. A fave
Poetic Licence June 28th, 2025 19:42
A sense of longing and desiring something they know is impossible, nicely expressed and written

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One gate, thousand thoughts