The River of Time

I swam and I turned back,

expecting you to reach me

through the years that divided us.

I was afraid of the world’s eyes,

their silent judgment like cold water

pulling me down.

I couldn’t slow down my heart,

you couldn’t speed up yours,

but still I hoped the current

could bring us together.

NOW

Now I swim at my own pace,

freed from whispers and side glances.

I clearly see the gap between us

— a river too wide for passion alone.

I no longer wait for you to

catch up or understand me.

The river of life carries us, yes,

but I know that my path is mine.

My heart is reserved

for the one who meets me fully,

eye to eye, soul to soul.

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Originally published on Medium.