Alexa Daskalakis

The Years Will Know

​The real cost wasn’t losing her — it was time proving she was right.

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One day,
you’ll look in the mirror
and realize the punishment wasn’t loss —
it was time.

You’ll have everything
you once said you needed:
the calm,
the distance,
the tidy version of life.

And still,
some part of you will flinch
at the sound of my name —
not from pain,
but from recognition.

You’ll remember the way I saw you —
not better,
just fully —
and how unbearable
that became.

You’ll call it fate.
You’ll say it had to end.
But you’ll know:
it wasn’t fate.
It was fear.
And I was the proof
you weren’t ready
to be seen that clearly.

I won’t be angry.
I’ll be older —
not untouched,
but intact.

And time will keep
what it took from you:
me.