You weren’t looking for it— just clearing out the junk drawer full of dead batteries and orphaned keys when the envelope slipped loose,
By PrimeHorizon2 years ago in Poets
You start with small things: A toothbrush in the wrong cup. A shared closet that somehow *still* leaves all your sweaters wrinkled.
You’d planned it for months— the when, the where, the perfect words. But of course, life had other ideas. The picnic got rained out.
You thought it would be awkward— two strangers fumbling with menus, trying too hard to be impressive. But then she laughed at your terrible joke,
Stress is omnipresent It's brazen and sneaky often gate-crashes — always entering through cracks and crevices. No matter how impregnable
By Seema Patel2 years ago in Poets
This time, it’s not a spark— but sunlight, slow and sure, filling the room before you even notice. No grand declarations,
We knew it from the start— this was a season, not a lifetime. A sun-drenched afternoon painted in gold and goodbyes. You were the kind of love
One day in the park, many years back, I met a stranger — a middle-aged woman. It was just after Easter. The lawn and the lake
You are a human — flawed as such. To that rising stress will take its toll if you don’t sit in solitude to review your own mind,
We were never really anything— not a title, not a promise, not a forever. Just a late-night text that lingered too long.
I don’t miss you loudly. There are no sobbing nights, no empty bottles or love songs played on loop. But I do miss you—
You made the coffee. Every morning, before my alarm knew I was awake. Two sugars, a splash of cream, and a silence that felt like devotion.
