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Where Roots Diverge
We were once a tide, rushing in
pulling back with the rhythm of trust
Now, the ocean feels quieter
its whispers lost between us
I used to need your voice
like air in a drowning chest
but now silence feels less like absence
and more like a friend I’d forgotten
Living apart has drawn maps on us
lines of independence
territories of solitude
I see you clearer now
not through love’s rose glass
but through the cracks we both carry
The smallest things—your laugh too loud,
my words too sharp—
have grown into mountains we climb daily
We stumble on every step,
wondering if the summit is still worth it.
I want to rewind to the beginning
to when your smile was my compass
But time doesn’t bend backward
it only teaches us to march forward alone
And, perhaps, love grows truer
when we loosen our grip
and allow rain fall where it will
this loosening
lets the world rush in
This sudden distance between us
feels less like loss, more like roots
digging deeper in separate soils
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I.A. Ryd
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