Unspoken Thursdays Poem by Sumita Jetley

In a city of lights, where dreams collide,
Two souls met, unplanned, side by side.
She, a flame who built towers tall,
He, a river that saw beauty in the fall.

Each Thursday they met by the edge of the sea,
Between the world's chaos and where they could just be.
She'd bring stories of lines, steel, and height,
He'd bring photographs caught in soft, fading light.

No words, no promises, just the evening's embrace,
In the quiet of dusk, they found their place.
Not lovers, not friends, but a pull undefined,
In each other's silence, a secret entwined.

"Do you think we're here for a reason? " she'd say,
As the waves whispered, and light slipped away.
"Maybe we're mirrors, " he'd softly reply,
"Reflections of pieces we left undefined."

They held onto Thursdays, a heartbeat, a song,
A rhythm unbroken, where neither belonged.
In glances and murmurs, the ocean and sky,
They found all the answers they never asked why.

So they'd part with the night, no strings, no goodbye,
Just a love left unspoken, a truth they'd deny.
Two souls bound in silence, as vast as the sea,
Two hearts in a story that never need be.