To Love

We’ve fallen before
for echoes wearing human faces,
old wounds dressed up as destiny...
 
When you came, quietly,
something in me did not break
it opened.
The fire you carried
behind glassy eyes,
never meant to be lit,
needing only warmth to remember
it had always been burning!
 
And me?
I did not fall in love with you!
beside you,
I remembered loving
without leaving myself behind...