A Door I Would Not Stop Knocking
You began as weather-
a quiet sky on a restless sea,
a voice that had already forgiven storms
I was still naming.
I called it peace back then,
not knowing peace can take root
and grow into something that asks to stay.
We were passing seasons-
two lines crossing in a book
neither of us thought to finish.
Until one day,
in the noise of everything unimportant,
I heard a familiar wind
and my heart turned
before I did.
When I finally saw you,
it felt like reading a word
I had only ever heard aloud-
suddenly whole,
suddenly real.
Somewhere between sense and instinct,
I chose a path I couldn’t explain.
Later, I understood-
it wasn’t a choice.
It was gravity.
After that,
coincidences learned my name.
Distances forgot theirs.
And you-
you became everywhere
I knew how to look.
Now it’s the smallest things-
a glance that lingers too long,
a voice that refuses to be ordinary,
mornings that wait for you,
evenings that won’t end without you.
I stayed when I could’ve left.
Arrived when I didn’t have to.
Because somehow,
your presence
became reason enough.
There was no beginning-
no thunder, no confession.
Just a quiet truth
growing in the spaces
we never spoke about.
And now-
The light is softer.
The sky is painted in something beautiful
and breaking.
You were never meant to be mine,
only to happen to me-
like rain that teaches the earth
how to feel alive.
So I watch the sunset,
knowing it cannot stay.
And still-
if fate has even one hidden door
that leads to you and me,
I would spend a lifetime knocking
until it opens.