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.



I agree