I longed for someone
not just to be there,
but to stay.

For once—
I thought I found her.
You promised you’d always be
where you said you’d be,
where I could find you.

Then the storm came.

I went to that place
—the one we promised.

But you were gone.

I told myself:
maybe you lost your way,
maybe you just needed time.
You said you were coming.

So I waited.

And waited.

I held on to that promise
like it was the only thing
keeping me afloat.

Time passed.
Long enough for hope
to turn to fear.

Still, I said—
come when you can.
As long as you come,
I’ll still be here.

You agreed.

Then quietly,
you told me
you were never on your way.

I would give you, almost anything,

for the borders, to close.
For our separate galaxies,
to inch, and crawl, ever closer,

winding and unwinding
around each other,
like the red thread of fate,
rocking gently, on twin spools.

I would give up, almost everything,

for my lifeline, to unravel,

if only...

to retangle, around yours,
in a closed,
but infinite loop.

I would give you my all,
my everything

For the distance,
between us...
to vanish.
For the spaces around us,
to suture themselves, together,
and heal,
like gaping wounds.

For the sublime favor,
of feeling you shine down, on me,
in a way no other, could do.

To see all your love,
reflected, in your mirrored irises,
and know that no one,
stands before, or behind me.

And I'd sell my own soul,
without a second thought
just to hear you say

That I'm your one,
your only love,
and no other
could ever

do.