All my life
I walked ahead.
Perhaps I wasn’t
the one
who knew the way,
but
the one walking in front
was always me.

One night,
I saw you
in my dream.
The music,
I don’t remember.
Only our steps.

You
were ahead.
I
was behind you.

And for the first time,
I was in no rush.
I wasn’t trying
to catch up to you.
Nor did you
turn around
to wait for me.

Yet,
I never
fell behind.
As if
the same step
carried
us both.

When I woke,
the dance was over.
But inside me,
something small
had shifted.

Trust
is not holding
someone’s hand.
It is walking behind you
without losing
my own way.

I didn’t know
where we were going.
I was simply
behind you.
That
was enough.