You Are the One
- Mar 15
- 2 min read
Updated: Mar 17
A poem about recognition — the moment we realise
someone has quietly changed everything.
Our paths keep
weaving back together
again
and again.
Like an old song
that echoes through time
and begins to play
each time
you step onto
the dance floor
of life.
Every glance of yours
makes me forget everything —
yesterday
and tomorrow,
every moment
that once broke
my tender heart.
Everything fades
in your eyes.
I built a prison
where I locked away
all the emotions
I no longer wished to feel.
And yet
sometimes
they return —
like distant echoes.
Never again
did I want to lose my heart.
Never again
did I want to be exposed.
Tender hearts
often beat
within strong people.
And still
we try to protect ourselves,
to guard the kindness
of our hearts.
But from your gaze
nothing can protect me.
I fell for you
from the very first moment.
I knew it instantly.
At once it became clear
that I could never
keep my heart safe
from you.
Like a red thread
each of your glances
runs through my memory.
Every word
echoes again.
Every gesture
as if it had just been etched
into the memory
of the heart.
I fear
you are everything
I had ever hoped to find,
everything
I had ever hoped
to experience.
You are everything
I have been searching for
without ever knowing it.
Tell me only this:
Are we closer
than the distant glances
we keep exchanging?
Did you brush against my soul
because you feel the same,
or is it only a storm of thoughts
I have invented
because I have spent
too much time with you?
When I entered this room
I recognised you immediately —
as if the room itself
had been created
only for an encounter
between us.
They were only glances —
only moments
between us.
And yet
they remained
in the heart
of the other.
Forever.
Forever
is a powerful word.
Too heavy,
too certain.
And yet
so fragile —
because words
can never truly hold
what life becomes.
We hope for a forever.
And sometimes
it becomes
a never again.
Tell me —
do you feel
what I feel
when I burn
in your gaze?
Tell me only
if you can feel
what we could become.
Sometimes
a maybe
is stronger
than certainty.
Because it leaves
the dream open —
and lets it glow
unlived,
if reality
never touches it.
Perhaps
only our glances meet
here in this room,
as they once did
in another time.
My mind loves
the freedom
of not knowing.
But I lost it
in the moment
your eyes met mine —
like two old friends
who never dared
to speak
of what they felt.