Such a Hesitant Girl
Such a hesitant girl.
I build my wonder around your grace,
drawn into the quiet mystery of a heart
still reaching for the love it loved before.
And perhaps that is what unsettles me most—
knowing some part of you still sails
toward a shore where someone else once held you.
Yet selfishly, I hunger to be the wind
that turns your heart toward mine,
to find some hidden passage into your tenderness.
I know it is selfish, this hunger of mine,
wanting a love that may still belong to yesterday.
But I cannot silence the hope
that someday your yearning will loosen its hold,
and your hesitant spirit will wander close to me—
if not in love, then at least in thought.
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Author’s Note: “Such a Hesitant Girl” was written from the ache of standing just outside someone else’s story, watching their heart keep orbit around an old, private sun. It lives in that almost-embarrassing hunger to be the quiet wind at her back—to turn her ever so slightly toward you, even knowing she may never fully arrive, and loving her anyway for the distance she keeps.
