This is a poem about love and living in the moment. It was written for a prompt by @theconstantpoet (Instagram) – ‘a non-exhaustive list of things that will never happen again’
Never again
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Never again will we reach for the same book in the romance aisle
And feel that spark for the first time.
Your warm brown eyes and a warmer smile
Gave me the confidence to ask a girl out for the first time.
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Never again will we misunderstand each other’s idea of a great first date.
You thought I would enjoy the Opera.
I thought you would get a thrill from river rafting.
Turns out we like cozying up by the fireplace with a book, a hot drink and a cat that occasionally appears.
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Never again will you ask me to move in.
I still remember the meeting of our eyes
When we realised that we had found our place
And you and I were on the same page.
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Never again will we get married under the moonlight.
A sky full of stars blessing our promise of eternal love,
While our friends cheered and our parents cried
And my sister said she saw this coming since the first time I spent the night talking about your research on fireflies.
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Never again will these moments occur.
But I am loving the one we currently inhabit.
You and I dancing in the twilight,
Lost in a space that is just yours and mine.
-Armaan
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About the poet: Armaan Rai is a poet who writes about nature, moments and memories, and nostalgia. She uses simple words and phrases to capture the beauty and complexity of the world around her. She believes that poetry is a powerful tool for expressing emotions and connecting with others. She started this blog, Oregano Oranges, as a way of connecting with other poets and readers. She wanted to create a space where she could share her work, learn from others, and get an opportunity to touch someone’s heart.This poem about a squirrel, leftover roti and learning to find joy in the little things was so much to write. I might turn this into a series. Happy reading!