unrequited love poems

i imagined

i imagined.

All my life, I've always thought that long walks in the park at night are absolutely ridiculous.
The romance in them was surely fictitious.

After all, the act in itself has no purpose or aim,
I'd rather spend my precious time with him more productively.
An hour for a stroll - what was there to gain,
When we could cuddle and play some Wii?

While sitting alone at the bench last night,
I witnessed a couple walking back blissfully, holding hands, in their own little world,
where everything seems right.

I caught myself picturing how it'd be like with you here,
beside me on this wooden bench by the pier.

I imagined us on a bench, with my head on your shoulder, just looking at the starry night sky.

Not a single word was uttered,
the silence between us was comfortable and nothing else mattered.

There wasn't a need for words to be exchanged to guess each other's thoughts,
as we counted the twinkling stars and connected the dots.

I imagined myself walking down the dimly lit path,
hands clasped in yours,
And feeling the occasional brush
of your arm against my shoulder.

We would slow down our pace as we approached our destination,
neither of us wanting the night to end.
In the stars, we feigned fascination,
in an attempt to overturn the hourglass of sand.

I'd smile sheepishly at the ground, watching how our footsteps synchronized with each other.
With each step, a sound.
Our stroll was rhythmic and music to my ears.

I imagined feeling the reluctance of letting you go despite my need to be home.
In each others' eyes, we searched, explored, and roamed,
As if to get lost in the moment, to freeze time,
To continue this everlasting rhyme.

But then again, this is all my wishful thinking.
The visions in my head are glittery and sparkling,
Like all pure works of fiction -
Another to prove my conviction.

My bench was empty; I was all alone, watching couples in a dimly lit park on a warm, stuffy night. The sky was devoid of stars; there was nothing to see.

There was no hand to hold, no shoulder to lean on.

Because you are too far away, on the other side of the earth.