I Wasn’t Supposed to Notice You

You were never part of the plan, 

Especially not here of all places, 

Not between tasks and passing hours, 

Not while I was busy becoming more, 

Busy becoming someone whole on my own. 

I was focused on my work, 

Focused on my discipline, 

Focused on keeping my world small and contained, 

Devoted only to God and myself, 

Or so I told myself, 

But then you appeared. 

Glasses catching the light like a pause in time, 

Brown eyes behind the frame, 

So steady and warm, 

Curly hair framing your face, 

As if it had a mind of its own, 

You were just soft chaos impossible to ignore,  

And a thought I wasn’t meant to finish. 

Now you arrive unannounced, 

Sliding through my phone like a whisper, 

And I tell myself not to linger, 

Not to desire you more, 

Like a precious gem admired only through glass, 

But I hesitate every time our paths cross, 

Caught between restraint and want. 

You feel real in a way you shouldn’t. 

You’re not loud or demanding, 

But you’re just present, 

You’re effortless, 

And hard to resist. 

I want to admire you quietly,

From a distance I swear I’ll keep. 

I don’t want more, 

That’s the truth I repeat like a prayer. 

I only want the spell to loosen, 

For your name to stop echoing, 

In the back of my mind. 

But you’re a drug I would never touch, 

Yet I wonder about your taste, 

Whether it’s love on the tongue, 

Or a beautiful nightmare in disguise. 

I rewind and rewind, 

Lingering too long on moments, 

That were never meant for me. 

I’m praying this doesn’t deepen. 

I’m praying that I can forget you, 

But I worry that it’s too late, 

Because I’ve already noticed you, 

And now every version of forgetting,

Feels like a lie. 

I carry your shadow in the corners of my mind, 

A fleeting echo I can’t leave behind. 

A Slow Process

The process of healing from anything is slow.

All it takes is a little faith, patience and trust.

There were times that I didn’t have time to trust the process.

Life was pushing me to hurry up a slow process.

Sometimes I would just forget about the whole process altogether.

Healing took too much time.

I couldn’t afford to give healing all my time.

Life had all my time.

The problems of life were always on my mind.

The pursuit of healing and happiness seemed like an impossible dream.

It seemed like only a few could have it.

Why couldn’t I be a part of the few?

Why was I a part of the masses that couldn’t heal or find happiness?

I wondered.

Every little thing in life just distracted me.

All the pain and hurt I kept inside held me hostage.

I could never be free.

I was always a slave to the past.

I thought freedom was an impossibility.

I’m free from bandage now.

Yet the wounds are still fresh and visible to me.

I hope they can disappear soon.

Or maybe they’ll just end up being a scar I barely notice.

It’s important to remember healing requires faith, patience and trust.

Healing is a slow process.