Yet Unmet

By Divyanka Shaw

I wish to love – desperately yet intensely. Even though, we have probably never met – I think about you so much, it’s unsettling. I want to kiss your scars and heal them as if they never were. I want every rain, every sunset, every wind, every song to remind me of you. Every perfectly warm coffee to be bland without you. So deep, holding your cold hands would be as dreamy. Your eyes send me shivers even when I’m eighty. I’ll love you even when you find it hard to love yourself. I’d make you my forever muse, glimpse of you that I’ll never lose. So in love, with you every day, I’d be timeless, just to stay. I’ll make your little wishes come true, no fuss, just precious joy between me and you. Goddamn fate is to be loved without reason, without condition. What is this love in the pre-written destiny, where my heart finds calm beneath our shared sky? Have our eyes met in a crowded street or a rainy night’s retreat? Did we share a moment a week ago? I may never truly know. Is this love or a sweet escape, a dance to dodge emotions’ tape? Whatever it is, I’ll bid you goodnight every night through the moon, hoping for a tomorrow when we yet aren’t unmet. Am I in love with you, or with the idea of loving someone so intense?

By Divyanka Shaw