Halfway

If she meets me halfway,

maybe the silence will finally soften,

and all the words I kept inside

won’t feel so heavy anymore.

If she meets me halfway,

it won’t be about chasing or waiting

just two paths, once distant,

deciding to become one road.

If she meets me halfway,

I’ll bring no expectations, no pressure,

just a quiet honesty

that never learned how to pretend.

If she meets me halfway,

even the smallest step from her

will mean more than all the miles

I walked alone.

And if that moment ever comes,

I won’t rush it,

I’ll just stand there beside her

finally feeling that I’m not the only one trying.