My Dream of Her

She was the kind of person

who planted flowers

in the deepest,

darkest corners of the heart.

She brought warmth

to places inside me

that had forgotten sunlight.

She was the person

my soul had prayed for.

There was a beauty about her

that left me speechless.

Every time I wanted to say

how much she means to me,

the words got stuck in my throat.

My care lived in forever tense,

hers lived only

in the present moment.

That was our difference.

Sometimes I wish

I had never cared so deeply.

Not because I regret loving her,

but because these feelings

are so difficult to forget.

I remind myself

that she has chosen a different path.

Yet my heart still waits quietly,

hoping that one day

her love might turn towards me.

Even when I know

she was never truly mine,

I still do not understand

why my heart fears losing her.

She touched my deepest wounds,

I had hidden for years.

And now, her silence awakens my anxiety,

and every pain points back

to her absence.

I dreamed of simple things,

waking up beside her,

saying good morning

while looking into her eyes.

Holding her hand

during ordinary days.

Kissing her goodnight

before sleep took us away.

Perhaps that dream

will never come true.

But somewhere deep inside me

it still lives, quietly.

Just like my love for her.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind