Why become nobody....

[SNaina]

I walk down that path,
that path with a hint of pine,
just like in past,
Past when you were mine.
Walking along,
hand in hand,

It was a moment for,
Worries to halt,
Dreams to await.
because promises….
were
all over the place..
to be at the end,
end of the aisle,

So I waited.
Still I wait..

I hear your footsteps.
no, thuds of monsoon.
I hear your murmurs,
no, that’s the hailstorm,
you say “ i love you”
no, that's the
hollers of wolves..

Why become nobody,
nowhere to be found,

as the winter,
without a whisper,
to leave,
Leave with the wind.

now I wonder..
Have you ever been there,
or that’s the shadow I share.?

(This thread was intended to post under Personal Poetry.. I apologise for any inconvenience that might have occurred. Thanks.!)

[YesNo]

It is interesting that one can feel like "nobody" when they have lost someone. Another bit of evidence that we are not as individualistic as we assume we are. I enjoyed your poem.

[wildstrawberry]

Sometimes we need to feel nobody to recover our real personality. It happens for example when we walk alone in the evening. We forget for a while our problems, our routine and our past. It is a perception outside time and space.