Walking out of the wooden room,
staring at the white-tiled floor,
through the chatter I roam,
ignoring blurry souls at the door
Halfway through, faces I see—
familiar to you, unknown to me,
yet I hope they’d whisper through a glance
if today, I might get a chance
New faces came today, and I
lost the sparkle I used to have,
maybe if you called me “mine” again,
I’d lose half the weight I have to bear
Down the flight that used to admire,
our introverted, romantic desire—
yet halfway through, I asked your friend,
and knew today wouldn’t bend
Outside the harbour I loved more for you,
you stood, busy with your crew,
and though my thoughts turned into despair,
I still left without a glance to share...
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
Walking out of the wooden room,
staring at the white-tiled floor,
through the chatter I roam,
ignoring blurry souls at the door
Halfway through, faces I see—
familiar to you, unknown to me,
yet I hope they’d whisper through a glance
if today, I might get a chance
New faces came today, and I
lost the sparkle I used to have,
maybe if you called me “mine” again,
I’d lose half the weight I have to bear
Down the flight that used to admire,
our introverted, romantic desire—
yet halfway through, I asked your friend,
and knew today wouldn’t bend
Outside the harbour I loved more for you,
you stood, busy with your crew,
and though my thoughts turned into despair,
I still left without a glance to share...
Missed Connection, Quietly melancholic
