A Date That Was Never On a Calendar

When we met and when we parted,

it all seemed uncertain,

But still it had a purpose.

My heart always walked

in the direction of hers,

guided by the universe itself,

not by lust, not by possession,

but by love.

I dreamed of a future

where her name was next to mine.

For I would have celebrated

even her smallest smile,

her silent victories,

as though they were my own.

I kept waiting for a day

that was never written

on the calendar of the future.

No matter where life takes me,

or who stands beside me,

a part of me will always remember

how I dreamed of being loved by her.

I spent countless nights praying

that, in the end, it would still be her.

People who leave our lives

are never truly gone

as long as they are remembered.

Their voice, their presence,

their warmth, their kindness,

they continue to exist

within the hearts that refuse to forget.

She turned me into a desert

when all I ever wanted

was to become a garden for her.

Now the pain of her absence

rests upon my head like a crown.

I no longer know

whether I am the king

of a kingdom built from heartbreak,

or merely the fool

who still carries the weight of loving her.

She crossed my path

as a stranger on an ordinary day,

yet became the most meaningful chapter

of my life.

Her forever was never meant for her presence,

but only for her memories.

And perhaps that is the cruelest kind of forever,

the one where love remains,

but the person does not.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind