In Search of You

From my mother’s womb to the final moments

beneath the last shadows cast over my tomb,

I live not in search of abstract purpose,

but in search of you—physical, real, and eternal.

From our first entangled atomic touch

to the merging of our bodies into one,

I breathe heavy, taking in your eyes.

Out of the corner of my sight, I see a light that isn't there—

a flicker of yellow as photons warp the matter around us.

Not of this world, not of this life—

but of the place behind the box where the cat is and isn't,

a place beyond the placeless,

small beyond the smallest—

the place where I find you.

Everything is you—even before we began.

Rage, hydrogen, and fire—

it all forms in search of you.

Unstable neutrons hurl us from darkness into light,

atoms racing across the universe at the speed of causality

to create one man

from billions of stars—

an eternal journey in search of only you.

Vectors of loneliness and romantic pain,

scaled across billions over 400 generations,

all in search of you.

It is the search for the photons of love,

entangled in your presence,

that calls us into being.

I live only in search of you.

And in this search,

we yearn to become gods—

not in power,

but in the awe your existence inspires.

Not in your sentience,

but in the power you hold to draw me

toward you once—just once—

before this fleeting life ends.

That is what powers me.

That is what powers every sincere man like me into existence.

I am man.

I am without presence for all of humanity—

until I am with you.

We live

so that life might be born again—

to search for the next you,

in cycles that spin the Earth,

ignite the sky,

and summon stars

into the form of men

who live only in search of you.

This, my babygirl,

is stardust,

entangled into love,

powered by the energy of infinite world lines.

It is,

and always will be,

about you.