Perhaps one day
I will forget how you looked in that blue kurta
that matched with my elegant sari.
The way you would stand at the door at 9:05
catching your breath
your eyes searching for my familiar face
in the crowded room.
And I would smile to myself
as I see you standing there
in your red shirt
fixing your curls.
Perhaps one day
I will not think about you
on flipping through the same pages
of my depressing textbook.
I won't hear your comforting voice,
even when I sit in the corner seat of the first row.
"You seem tired,
have you been taking care of yourself?
Is she still troubling you?
Did you eat?
Have you read the poem that I'd sent?
Do you need to vent?
How's the book going? The one we'd started reading together?"
The way my questions never ended,
and you never got tired of answering them.
Perhaps one day
I will forget the way you felt against my arm,
and the way your face would light up
whenever I touched you with my baby hands.
The way my heart would warm up
on seeing you happy with being around me.
Perhaps one day
I will forget to check if you're there in the group photo,
and maybe I won't even find you
while scrolling through my gallery.
Perhaps one day
I will forget thinking about you when
I see an enchanting red rose,
and when I walk under the cherry blossoms,
listening to Mozart.
Perhaps one day
I will forget the way you
always wanted to make sure I reached home safe,
just so you could see
my exhausted face once again the next day.
The way I used to be haunted merely by the word- love,
before I knew you.
And now, after you've left,
once again, love has become a mere word.
Perhaps one day
I will forget including your name in my prayers
wishing for your happiness,
wishing for us to be together,
wishing for you to never leave me,
wishing for me to become better,
so I could treat you better.
Perhaps one day
I will forget everything,
even when I want to recall every detail about you.
So, I am writing this to you.
So that even when I forget everything,
at least I can read it all over.
Even if it is just as a novel.
YOU ARE READING
Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
