REBOUND
REBOUND
On the rebound, I tumbled headlong into your waiting arms,
Trusting the wild spark of spontaneity, your bold initiation
That pulled me from the edge of solitude's sharp cliff.
We danced in that fleeting freedom, unscripted and alive,
But now, in the aftermath of thoughtless leaps,
After kisses scattered like stars across uncharted skin,
You see me as tethered, bound to the rhythm of your moods,
A guardian appointed to shepherd you through the haze
Of every dawn's uncertainty, each twilight's weary sigh. Responsible, you say, for the weight of your wandering days,
For mending the fractures in your fragile hours,
As if my presence were a vow etched in stone.
Trapped by the echoes of our impulsive actions,
Entangled in the web of what we never named,
Yet still, you hunger for more—a deeper claim,
A promise I never whispered, a future I can't foresee.
Bound to these unspoken oaths and their heavy presumptions,
I sought only to right my own crooked path,
To straighten the tilt of my weary, wandering head. It was a mistake, this tangle of hearts in the storm,
To counter confusion with yet more swirling chaos,
To let the fog of desire obscure the truth we both ignored.
My apologies echo now, for the cowardice that silenced me,
For the selfishness that hid behind half-hearted smiles,
For resisting the pull of honest words, the blade of explanation
That might have severed us cleanly, without this lingering ache.
I should have spoken sooner, laid bare the unrest in my soul,
Instead of letting silence build walls we couldn't scale. And yet, the truth lingers like a shadow at dusk:
My heart is nomadic, a restless traveler through endless plains,
Chasing horizons that shift with the wind's fickle breath.
It cannot settle, cannot build a hearth in the warmth of yours,
Cannot root itself in soil that's not its own.
We were a momentary oasis in the desert of longing,
But nomads must move on, leaving footprints that fade with time.
Forgive me for the journey that calls me away,
For the freedom that whispers louder than any embrace—
In the end, our paths diverge, and I must wander alone.
Trusting the wild spark of spontaneity, your bold initiation
That pulled me from the edge of solitude's sharp cliff.
We danced in that fleeting freedom, unscripted and alive,
But now, in the aftermath of thoughtless leaps,
After kisses scattered like stars across uncharted skin,
You see me as tethered, bound to the rhythm of your moods,
A guardian appointed to shepherd you through the haze
Of every dawn's uncertainty, each twilight's weary sigh. Responsible, you say, for the weight of your wandering days,
For mending the fractures in your fragile hours,
As if my presence were a vow etched in stone.
Trapped by the echoes of our impulsive actions,
Entangled in the web of what we never named,
Yet still, you hunger for more—a deeper claim,
A promise I never whispered, a future I can't foresee.
Bound to these unspoken oaths and their heavy presumptions,
I sought only to right my own crooked path,
To straighten the tilt of my weary, wandering head. It was a mistake, this tangle of hearts in the storm,
To counter confusion with yet more swirling chaos,
To let the fog of desire obscure the truth we both ignored.
My apologies echo now, for the cowardice that silenced me,
For the selfishness that hid behind half-hearted smiles,
For resisting the pull of honest words, the blade of explanation
That might have severed us cleanly, without this lingering ache.
I should have spoken sooner, laid bare the unrest in my soul,
Instead of letting silence build walls we couldn't scale. And yet, the truth lingers like a shadow at dusk:
My heart is nomadic, a restless traveler through endless plains,
Chasing horizons that shift with the wind's fickle breath.
It cannot settle, cannot build a hearth in the warmth of yours,
Cannot root itself in soil that's not its own.
We were a momentary oasis in the desert of longing,
But nomads must move on, leaving footprints that fade with time.
Forgive me for the journey that calls me away,
For the freedom that whispers louder than any embrace—
In the end, our paths diverge, and I must wander alone.
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