Modern Love Poems: I was an abandoned town by Shrutee Choudhary


[Note from Frolic: We’re so excited to have poet Shrutee Choudhary sharing three more original love poems with us today. Take it away, Shrutee!]


I was an abandoned town 

with no street lights to guide you home

and yet when you walked in with a candle jar

I could see you needing me

I could see new hopes seeding 

inside of me


my hushed dreams from the basement were suddenly back at the storefronts

and the trees alongside my pathways

began to bloom 


was it too presumptuous of me

I do not know 

although it did happen 

too soon


now I look forward to your visits

my inhabitable threshold 

sprouts flowers every time 

that you come by


maybe someday 

I won’t be a distraction 

but your home


for now, all I am is alone.


I should’ve known

that I would find my way to you

with eyes closed

after all, you have always been 

my north

the needle on my compass

has only ever pointed to you

no matter how far east 

I may have wandered 

this unrelenting magnetic pull 

is a binding force

etched in nature

I couldn’t fight it 

if I wanted to.



coffee cups and hiccups

longingly gazing out the window

into a blue abyss 

which is a projector screen 

for your memories to play on

humming along the tunes of our song

eating at my lips 

to resist the urge to smile

like a fool, seated all alone

with no one familiar for miles

where silence sounds like

a cascade of conversations 

eyes fall upon me 

like blinking salutations 

as if to say, they know

they know what it feels like 

to be in love 

despite my vain attempts

of hiding my firefly face

and the dreamy haze

they’ve caught me

and how could they not

for people who visit 

coffee shops all alone 

never really are 

on their own.

About the Author:

When I’m not busy being a goofball, I like to complicate my life for a living, so I can try and uncomplicate it with words. 

I like to travel and make pictures. I’m also an actor, so I’m really all about the stories. 

In poetic terms, 

I’m the wormhole between reality and fiction

I’m the rhyme and the contradiction. 

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