I searched for a face I had never seen
A voice I had never heard
As if longing alone could summon you

But the stars do not rush their burning
The tide does not beg the moon to rise—
Everything arrives when the hour is ripe

So I wandered
Through years that shaped me
Through seasons that carved me hollow and full
Never knowing you were wandering too

And then,
Not by force, not by will
But by the quiet pull of time—
We stood in the same moment
Not lost, not waiting
But finally found


@Erennwrites