You looked upon me as sunlight,
Like something warm and rare.
With laughter sweet and shining eyes,
You tried to meet me there.
You echoed all my gestures,
My rhythm, voice, and pace.
But love is more than mimicry—
It asks for truth and grace.
I opened up too quickly,
Moved farther than you dared.
Not to run, but to invite you—
To meet me fully bared.
But you, still learning love,
Fell quiet at the edge.
Where feeling meets surrender—
You paused before the ledge.
You wanted stillness, safety,
A tide you could contain.
But I was made of oceans—
Too vast to restrain.
And so, we dance in silence,
Where words had once been gold.
A glance, a smile, a memory—
But not a hand to hold.
Now drift where you must wander,
Forget the things I said.
I carry what was possible,
And grieve what lived, then fled.
