A message arrived through digital light, A younger soul with ambitions bright, Professional connection, nothing more, Yet something stirred I'd locked before.
We met a handful times in neutral ground, Professional spaces, courtesy bound, I offered guidance, networks, doors, They smiled politely, spoke of distant shores.
Years between us marked the space, Yet I saw something in their grace, Not them—I realize now with care— But younger me reflected there.
I called it mentorship, kept it pure, But limerence whispered, making me unsure, Was this connection real and true, Or strategy I misconstrued?
Then silence came, as it should, They moved ahead as young ones would, And in that void I came to see, The person I sought was only me.
The one who'd buried softer parts, Who'd armored up and hardened hearts, Who filled each day with endless tasks, Avoiding questions no one asks.
So I released their name, their space, No anger, just accepting grace, This wasn't love, though felt that way, But healing work I'd long delayed.
They were a mirror, catalyst clear, Showing wounds I'd carried years, Not villain, savior, friend, or more— Just someone who opened a forgotten door.
Now I walk the path that's mine, Integrating what I left behind, Learning that growth begins with facing truth, And finding the abandoned self of youth.
Thank you, stranger who passed through, For being nothing more than you, For showing me what I'd denied, The work that waits on the other side.
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