Parth Zadey Poet Free verse

An Unfinished Love Story

I loved her like the moon loves the tide,
Always pulling closer, yet pushed aside.
She smiled, and I mistook it for light,
Not knowing I was just a star lost in her night.

I wrote her name in every prayer,
In empty rooms, in midnight air.
But love, for her, was never me—
Just a passing breeze, just a fallen leaf.

She spoke of dreams, of love so true,
But not once did she say, "I dream of you."
I was the shoulder she leaned upon,
Yet when she loved, I was already gone.

I drowned in silence, she danced in spring,
I wept in shadows, she wore her ring.
She walked away without a glance,
While I stayed behind, lost in the trance.

The world moved on, but I stayed still,
Trapped in echoes I couldn’t kill.
And now, I write where love has died,
A grave of words, where tears reside.

She was never mine… but I was always hers

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Lin Lane March 18, 2025 at 2:52 PM Hello, Parth. There are times when I'm emotionally moved by a poem, and this is one of those times. Sorrowfully sad, yet beautifully penned. Parth Zadey March 19, 2025 at 11:51 AM Thank you so much for your kind words, and for allowing yourself to be moved by the poem. There’s a strange beauty in sorrow—how it shapes us, softens us, and makes us feel deeply. Writing it down is like giving it permission to exist without consuming us entirely. I’m grateful that the words resonated with you. It’s comforting to know that even in sadness, there’s a connection through the lines.