Like Water

When we were young,

I used to say

my love was as big as the sea.

Back then,

that felt like the largest thing I knew.

Bigger than cities.

Bigger than the night outside my window.

Bigger than anything

I could hold a name for.

I thought the sea meant forever

because it never seemed to end.

Then I grew older

and learned the sea is not gentle

just because it is beautiful.

Some things disappear in it.

Some things drift too far from shore.

Some people leave

believing they will return

and never do.

Still,

I cannot stop loving the way the tide tries again.

No matter how far the water pulls away,

it keeps finding its way back to land.

Maybe that is what love is.

Maybe love is not meant

to stand still.

Maybe it was always meant

to move like water.

And no matter how far I drift,

some part of me

will always search for shore.