Love Left Unrequited | Aanya Bajaj

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

I can't see those pink skies anymore,

Clouds don’t wanna pour rain anymore,

Cheery blossoms don’t bloom anymore,

The birds don’t wanna love anymore.

I don’t exist in your life anymore.

I wake up and fall in love with you every day, every hour, every minute, every second

I wake up and think about your fav things

your red jersey,

Our cute pics,

And that “1’ song

I wake up and choose to read your fav childhood book

I wake up with the hope that today will be the day we can talk again,

While getting ready to get even more attached -----again

I signed up for Love,

Not for a 1-month subscription or a heartbreak,

I did not sign up for a story of us that couldn’t even write its first page.

“If you love something, let it go, it will come back to you if it’s yours”

But I’m scared if I let you go I will never see you again

And I can’t afford to lose and never see that

beautiful smile of yours

That wavy hair

Your pretty eyes and that red phone

You said "forever" with a smile,

But in a month, it was over, with a knife inside my heart and mind.

"I don't wanna go to sleep tonight," you said,

"Let's stay up and talk instead."

I stayed awake, lost in your eyes,

With open wide eyes,

Thinking this love would never die.

But now I’m left alone with the part of me, my heart that’s missing inside you.

The only thing that makes me not want to get over what we had is the “hope”

Hope that one day you would actually text first,

Hope that I start seeing those pink skies way more,

Hope that the clouds start raining downpour

Hope that cherry blossoms bloom,

Their soft pink petals, a lovely plume.

Hope that The birds become the love birds they are supposed to be

And I Hope that 1 day you would like to complete the book

, so pure and sweet.

A book with hundreds of chapters, just us,

A tale of two hearts, bound in trust.