And somewhere in between thoughts and realizations.. I knew why I didn’t look further your way last autumn The truth is already sitting there… I was just a beggar trying to make a space on your streets Thinking a spot in the front can be dedicated for me Not knowing your eyes favored the heroine at the back How you look at her lovingly, elbows carving on the plastic white table How you notice the dirt on her hair How she struggles to juggle the books in her hands Though it was never your fault or hers.. I was only a bystander… So I cried home that day.. on the passenger’s seat I cried falling asleep.. I cried on waking hours.. too Replaying your object of fascination will never be me _____________________
Captured the sunrise from 21st floor. Added the poem.
That is a beautiful poem full of sadness and shattered hope.
I only hope that this poem is not the reflection, the mirror image of someone's real life. Of someone that is seeking to be loved but that is never good enough for the person that she is looking up to.
Your writing strikes a chord with me, the sense of yearning and the solitude of unreturned affection is palpable. It’s a beautifully honest portrayal. 😊
