Between the tick and the tock,
where the vacuum silences being
I find you—
not in the noise of our thoughts,
but in the surrender to your curves,
where your hips bend to the shore,
where the night folds into submission,
where the space between our atoms
fuses us into something more
You are not just here; you are everywhere I have dreamed—
in the echo of footsteps on empty amber light streets,
in the way wind chills our cheeks in our youth
in the weight of unsent letters resting in my drawer
I have loved you a thousand times before this moment,
and will love you a thousand more.
The world is measured in departures,
but you—
you are the place where I return.
Not in thunder, not in fire,
but in the cease of things incomplete—
a door left ajar, a name half-spoken,
a love that does not ask for answers,
only the promise of another hour between the fading light
and the dark that follows.
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