Poetic

We met in a season when everything was breaking open —when the ground inside me was shifting,and the quiet inside you was heavier than you knew.Two deep-water creatures stepping out of fire,recognizing something familiar in each otherbefore either of us …

I exist like a singularity pressed into the center of my own universe — dense with feeling, dense with memory, dense with every unspoken thing that never found a place to land. Around me, the galaxy turns in its impossible …