DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: Bluest Shade of Love, by Anavi Bongirwar

I loved her the way the tide loves the moon—pulling, yearning, never touching.
And I, a distant shore, could only watch as he drowned in a sea I could never step into.

I watched him sail toward her, and that’s when I realized—the cruelest part wasn’t that I didn’t love him.
It was that he spent a lifetime wondering why.

I glanced back one last time, watching her walk away.
And I finally understood—it was never going to end happily.
The greatest tragedy wasn’t leaving.
It was that when I looked back,
she was already gone.
So was my boat.

I couldn’t watch him leave—not when he’d already offered up our love to the gods of his bluest longing.
And so, I turned around.
My feet sank into the silky sand, a stillness rising in me—a tranquility among the blue.

He made me feel complete.
But the God’s honest truth?
It was too perfect to be real.

Just like the ink that shaped this confession,
the ocean I once drowned in has finally dried up.

“And then, it clicked.
She was always my sun—
never my moon.”