I HAD ONCE LOVED A POET.
I had once loved a Poet;
daring, audacious, tall, sensitive, true.
He could hear my heart speak from simple texts
and knew just what to say to draw me deeper in love.
It was his heart;
It assures a lady of sincerity.
Adorns itself a garden with different shades
of just your essence as flowers.
It speaks a completion to every ragged beat
of a racing heart,
It creates thick walls of intimacy
from simple hugs and holding of hands.
I remember the day we hugged behind closed doors,
skin melting into a million questions
hearts beating loud in uncertainty,
hands trying to grasp the solidity of our abstract emotions.
Days after that, I sat in my room
Crying
Thinking
Learning
That two hearts melting into one may not necessarily mean
a Poet's reciprocation of your Love
And maybe two poets gifted with words,
will have to overcome even the heavens
to find a small space together.
Some days, I beat myself up
for my inability to stop loving the heart that moved away from me.