If You Find Me Waiting: A Reply

I thought by now I’d know the way this story goes,
that by letting down my guard, the path ahead would show.
But love is not a line you draw or chase, I’ve come to see—
it’s more a quiet letting go, a gift of space to be.

I see you moving through the shadows of your mind,
bound by things that hold you back, the weights that keep you tied.
And though I long to pull you close, I know that wouldn’t last—
what good is warmth I force when your heart’s not free to rest?

So I’m learning to be still, to let the moments flow,
to wait with open hands, and let my patience grow.
If love means giving room to breathe, to face your private night,
then I’ll be here, a steady flame, until you find the light.

I’ve realized that silence can hold its own reply,
that sometimes love’s the letting go, the soft and silent why.
And though I ache to fill the space, to hold you while you roam,
I know that even in this pause, your heart can find its home.

In patience I find strength, a peace within the wait,
learning to embrace the times when distance shapes our fate.
If love is what I hope it is, it bends, it doesn’t break—
it listens when it’s left behind, it gives as much as takes.

So I’ll fill my days with kindness, my nights with quiet care,
with faith that what’s worth keeping will find me when it’s fair.
I’ll hold this space for healing, a gift of time and grace—
and trust that if you need me, you’ll meet me in that place.

When you are ready, if you want to walk this way,
know my heart’s been here beside you, steady through the sway.
I’ll hold this space in quiet, gentle faith and care—
and when you’re free, I hope you’ll find me waiting there.

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NOTE:

This poem is a response to If You’re Waiting: An Ode.