loving you

With the waves chasing me, I ran away from you.

Hoping you would try to chase me, I kept looking back at you.

Laughing at myself, and not knowing what you would do, I took off my boots and ran barefoot, in the grainy, dry sand.

Hoping you would see how much the waves wanted to catch me, I ran closer to the waters edge, to show you I was not worth losing.

I continued on this quest, seeking your love and adoration.

The foam caught my toes, it was soft, cold and wet compared to all the grainy, dry sand.

You were not interested in being a chaser, as you continued on, focusing only on what was in front of you.

I saw you looking the other way.

Wandering slowly in the other direction, your attention focused on your own path.

Not sure what to make of it, I let the daunting pull of the waves take me further and further away.

You sometimes glimpsed at me, but only before the waves captured me, and not with much interest, only a slight curiosity like a parent keeping track of a child.

The waves pulled me under.

You didn’t even notice.

You kept walking, at a pace that was steadily, taking you further and further away.

Not even my flirtation with death made you hurry along, to be closer to me.

Maybe there is no hope of you chasing me, after-all.

Or maybe, I should be walking slowly and steadily, in the opposite direction, knowing that I don’t need you, after-all.

Hearing the waves crashing, I knew the answer, and it was not to follow you.

It was not to follow anyone at all.

It was time to find peace, with my own solitude.

Out of the waves, onto the beach, I walked, I walked away from you, further and further away.

With the waves still chasing me, I focused on my own path, knowing the love I was seeking could be found within me.

Knowing this, I smiled, to myself, feeling the peace, in this knowing, drenched from the waves, feet covered in sand, I knew I was complete.

– M.