We Spun in Different Circles Now

estefaaano_writes 

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I always thought 

I knew who you were. 

I had you constructed 

so carefully in my mind.

Your gestures, 

Your laugh, 

Preference cataloged 

And categorized until 

I could recite them like poetry. 

Two sugars, no cream. 

The habit of running your fingers 

Through your hair when you're nervous. 

The way you'd hum old Beatles songs 

Under your breath while doing the dishes.

But that's the thing about humans. 

We're not puzzles to be solved,

Or characters to be written. 

And somewhere along the way, 

My carefully crafted version of you 

Stopped matching reality.

Did we ever truly orbit the same sun? 

Or were we just two planets 

Passing close enough 

To mistake gravity for belonging?

Now when I see you across crowded rooms, 

You move with a grace I no longer recognize. 

Your laugh now has new edges, 

Your smile tells stories I've never heard. 

The person I thought I knew 

Has become a stranger wearing familiar skin.

Perhaps that's the cruelest part 

Not that we grew apart, 

But that I finally understood 

How little I really knew you to begin with. 

Our circles spin on their own axes now, 

Like vinyl records playing different songs. 

Yours might be a symphony, 

Mine a blues riff.

But neither is wrong; 

They're just not meant to be played 

Together anymore.

And somehow, 

That's okay. 

There is freedom 

In finally stopping the pretense, 

In letting go of the story 

I told myself about who we were. 

We're both exactly where we need to be, 

Even if that means 

We're nowhere near each other.