I glanced into his eyes from across the table.

I used to drown in their ocean,
Diving deep below the surface,
Allowing the current of his gaze to drag
My heart along with the tides.
I used to see a haze of desire
As he etched my face into memory.
I used to hold my breath as he blinked,
Instead of gasping for air
In the flicker of a moment between drowning
And lusting in love.

But now,
I see a tired gaze.
Worn from reading the lines of our history,
Sore from the dust that once settled on the pages
But now dances in the air between us.
Now there is exhaustion,
For you have learned so much yet nothing at all.
Now, I breathe easy as I've learned to swim against the tides of you,
And I am not sorry.