Were We Almost Something? Poem by Emtiaz Anwar

It started in a coffee shop, not fate, not fireworks — just warmth. No cinematic slow-mo glance, just laughter that felt like home.

She wasn't flawless, not a muse, but something in her quiet moved me. Not the kind to steal the room, but the kind you'd want to leave with.

We weren't obsessed, no midnight calls or burning texts. Just shared playlists, and long walks that didn't need words.

She liked her space, I liked my silence. We met somewhere in between — in memes, in glances, in half-finished dreams.

No promises carved in stone, no vows under moonlight. Just a mutual maybe, that felt like enough.

Until one day, love became a debate. I said forever, she said freedom.

I called it depth, she called it drowning. I wanted roots, she wanted wings.

So we smiled, hugged like old friends, and walked away — no drama, no damage, just distance.

Now, sometimes, when a song plays soft in the background, or I pass that coffee shop, I remember her — not always, just sometimes.