Poems don’t have to rhyme, or make much sense.
They just need to speak to you, and reflect what is meant to be said or heard.
It is through these words that we express what we feel, and how deep that sentiment goes.
Perhaps you haven’t felt it so, perhaps that is why you never said anything of the sort.
You compressed those feelings together with the words, lest they escaped and found their way towards me.
But I was never scared of showing you, of allowing my joy to be shared with you.
Perhaps I should have been. Perhaps I should have constrained those sentiments tighter.
For I believed that you would appreciate it all more; you would acknowledge the value of what we had, if you heard it too, if you saw in words the positivity our togetherness reflected.
But you did not.
And that is where it was all lost.
Perhaps I cared too much, much more than you were willing to.
Perhaps you didn’t feel as strong. Or simply refused to admit it.
But I cannot press you to care. You either do it fully or not at all.
There will come a time when you will want to say it all in your own words.
Yet, I cannot promise you that I’ll still be here to listen.
On the occasion of World Poetry Day.