Khadim Zaman's Blog

We never experienced a mature love,
even though we had been thirteen years together.

We got stuck in that intoxicating first type of love,
never graduated our feelings for each other,
we were addicted to something
that was meant to be fleeting.

So we made the mistake, both of us,
thinking we could not give each other
what we needed.

What was left was resentment
and memories of what was,
which only became unbearable,
reminding us of our failures.

But we never saw the obvious:
that we needed to go deeper,
to a love that was stronger, larger, smoother—
like an undercurrent
that was there but never ostentatiously so.

How embarrassing to admit:
We had been thirteen years together,
but we never experienced a mature love.
That was our real failure.