.
I sit near the window every morning,
acting like I’m here for the sunrise
but honestly—
I’m here because missing you has become
my unexpected full-time job.
.
The sunlight walks in like it owns the place,
and I’m like,
“Great. Even the morning shows up before you.”
.
My tea stares at me,
I stare back,
and we both know
we’re thinking about the same person.
(Yes, you. If you’re reading this,
take the hint.)
.
I wrap my saree around me
like it’s emotional support fabric—
dramatic, silky, and very good at hiding feelings
I pretend I don’t have.
.
Flowers outside bloom on time,
unlike some people I miss.
The birds sing their cute songs,
while I’m here trying not to double-text.
Growth is happening.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Like my WiFi.
.
Some days I think I’m totally fine.
Other days I look at the sunlight and go,
“Wow, that glow used to be you.”
(Annoying, but true.)
.
I miss you—
not in the sad-teary Bollywood way,
but in the
“can-you-please-teleport-here-so-I-stop-overthinking”
kind of way.
.
And even though I pretend to be calm,
collected,
mysterious…
my heart has already done
a dramatic backflip
the moment your name crosses my mind.
.
So here I am—
collecting sunrises,
collecting feelings,
collecting proof that yes,
I miss you…
sweetly, stupidly,
and with all my quiet sarcasm.
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
(Poem & Illustration ©Rajeshwari.
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