A poem about a love I wish to find

This poem isn’t about you.

It’s not about:

Your voice, silk,

The way you think.

It's not about the graceful

Expansion of your pupils into

The white of your eyes,

Light-scattering super

Explosions flickering 

Fireworks whenever

You see her.

When her perfect curls fall

On her peach-pink lips and

You tell me all about it,

And I nod. And I nod

Not out of obedience nor

Surrender but of the

Mechanical curse of a bob-

Headed doll. 

A nod, a smile forced out of teeth,

This poem is not about you.

It’s not about the images

Of you and her:

Water and sand,

Fingers intertwined,

Neck and mouth.

It is about a love I wish

To find, which is love

That is not yours,

That cannot be yours,

That is everything that I wished

For it to be but yours.

I wish this poem was about you.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

Wonderful write ✍️ sometimes the deepest love is the one we write away from.