This is the season
when you promised
we would meet.
But now,
it is slipping away—
and I sit by my balcony,
calling your name,
again and again,
with a trembling heart.
They say when someone
misses another too deeply,
when they cannot call,
cannot send a message,
the soul itself whispers
to the one it longs for.
Tell me—
do you feel my ache?
Do you think of me too?
The rain falls harder tonight.
Every drop carries
the echo of our broken vow.
You had said,
we will walk together in the rain.
Now these winds touch me,
the way your memory does,
soft, piercing,
and unforgotten.
I am drowning
in those moments,
with no wisdom to speak,
no lessons to preach—
only you.
You in my breath,
you in my silence,
you in every word I write.
Between all your duties,
will you ever find a moment
to see me?
Listen—
this season will pass,
and when it returns,
perhaps I, or you,
will no longer be here.
Life is nothing
but a handful of fleeting moments.
And my heart—
it remembers you,
it weeps for you,
it beats only for you.
I have never seen you,
never met you.
Only your voice,
your thoughts,
that others spoke of—
but even those
were enough for me
to fall into a love so deep
that I can no longer rise.
Our little messages,
those rare calls,
your voice still lingers
in my ears like music.
And that one picture
you once posted—
I captured it secretly,
and those eyes of yours
still refuse
to let me sleep.
I want to meet you
just once—
only once.
Your beloved,
lost in your love,
is calling out to you.
Tell me…
will you come,
just once,
for me?
Summary /
This poem is a heartfelt cry of love and longing.
It captures the pain of waiting for someone who once promised to meet, but never came.
Through rain, memories, and silence, the heart continues to call, hoping for just one meeting—
a meeting that may never happen, yet gives life its deepest meaning.
It is about unspoken promises, sleepless nights, and the desperate hope that true love will be answered, even if only once.
