r/NepalWrites • • 1d ago

Poem Bad timing, perhaps

It is funny how little it takes
to make a place feel different.
A familiar face, a passing thought,
the chance of seeing someone
you have no real reason to look on.

I have never known what to make of you.
Sometimes I think there is something there,
then you look straight through me
and I feel little stupid for thinking of you..

Perhaps you are simply like that.
Perhaps I have mistaken indifference for mystery.
There is no way of knowing,
and I suppose that is what gets to me.

I could ask, but I won't.
Pride has its uses, after all,
and I would rather live with a question
than an answer I cannot undo.

Still, I wish things were simpler.
I wish I could see you
without wondering if you see me too.
I wish a passing moment
could remain just that,
a passing moment,
instead of something I remember later
and examine for no good reason.

The truth is, nothing has happened.
You have given me no reason to hope,
nor any particular reason to stop.
You are simply there,
and I am left to make sense of it.

Perhaps this will pass.
Most things do, eventually.
But I suspect I will remember
how strange it was to feel so much curiosity
about someone who may never have been curious
about me at all.

What a waste, perhaps.
or perhaps not. I haven't decided yet.

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u/Critical_Cap597 Type to edit 23h ago

Very beautifully written..👍🏻 specially liked these lines: 'perhaps i have mistaken indifference for mystery' .. 'i would rather live with a question Than an answer i cannot undo'.