Noise v.s. Signals

I am a lover with patience.

At first you were late

but you apologized

with valid reasons.

I forgave and forgot.

We moved on.

And then you disappeared

and came back

with excitement of the trips you had.

I told myself:

“Maybe I was insecure and lacked faith in this.”

so I forgave

but couldn't forget.

And the time repeats.

I see the noise I tried to ignore becoming patterns

And I finally heard myself

"Those were not noises anyway,

they were signals."