Orbit Poem by cassidy Lovato

You were never hard to find,
just never mine to keep.

You moved like light
through rooms full of people,
touching everything
without staying long enough
to belong to it.

I used to believe
what we had was different.
That I was different.

That somewhere
in all your circles,
there was one
that held me still.

But you were always moving.

From laughter to laughter,
from group to group,
from moment to moment,
and I was somewhere in between.

Not lost.
Just not rooted.

We have history.
That much is real.

A beginning
that felt like belonging,
like we had found something
steady in each other.

But time has a way
of loosening things
that once felt certain.

And somewhere along the way,
I became a place you pass through,
not a place you stay.

I see you now
for what you are.

Easy in every room.
Welcome in every space.
Known by many,
held by few.

And I think
I finally understand.

It was never that
I wasn't enough.
It was that
you were never meant
to stay still.

But I have spent too long
standing in the doorway
waiting to be chosen
like a place you would return to.

Close enough
to be included,
far enough
to be forgotten.

I don't think
you meant to do that.

But meaning well
does not change
how it feels
to always be
on the edge
of something that looks like home.

And I am learning
slowly, honestly,
without anger,

that I don't want
to be somewhere people visit.

I want to be
where they stay.