[POEM] I wasn't looking

This is my first poem, maybe my last. My heart hurts. I don’t know if sharing will heal, but maybe it will make the hurt feel real

I wasn’t looking, but you struck a string. A glance, a low voice, and now everything rings.

We mirrored in silence, in color, in form, in neurons and branching, in something half-formed. You stood like a question I never could ask. I stayed quiet on purpose, hid under my mask.

But something about you, familiar, and near. Brought music to moments I’d buried in fear. We danced in no rhythm, our timing askew. And still I kept thinking: what if you knew?

You spoke, and it shimmered. You hmm’d, and I’d fold. You laughed, and my outline felt brighter, felt old. Like maybe I mattered, if only just then. Like maybe the aching could soften again.

But dreams turn to edges when half-awake breaks. And silence now echoes the hum of mistakes. You’re confident sunlight. I’m shadow, a blur. You move like you’re chosen. I hide. I defer.

Yet still I am here, and I felt you, it’s true. Even if nothing was meant to ensue.

So I gather this moment, a spark that once grew. I’ll carry the lesson, but not carry you.

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