"Still Waiting for a Forever"

Married at 21, with dreams in my eyes,

Divorced at 26, after truth wore its disguise.

No honeymoon skies, no couple's first dance,

No whispered vows, no timeless romance.

Never a moment to feel truly seen,

Never held like I mattered, never called someone's queen.

No genuine proposal, no soul who stayed —

Just masks and mirages, love that betrayed.

I've lived alone for eleven long years,

Seventeen without touch, through silence and tears.

Now 43, with a heart still bare,

Watching time fade into thinning air.

This world — it teaches love, but plays pretend,

Where people use, then discard, and call it the end.

I gave my all, but was met with the fake,

Each hope they stole, each promise they break.

I'm tired... but more than just tired — I grieve,

For the life I deserved but was made to leave.

Is there a place where true hearts belong?

Where “forever” isn’t just another con?

I’m not asking for pity, just truth in a touch,

A moment, a bond, that isn’t too much.

If life ends without love, will it still be complete?

Or was I meant for more than deceit?

Pooja Agarwal

1st July 2025