Haart
I’m lonely but it’s fine
My cycle of friends is minute
Loners are explorers

If I were a snail, I would stay in my shell as long as I could
If I were the only tree in the forest, I would sit on my root forever
And if I could live in a distinct planet, I would stay till my last breath is taken

In solitude embrace I find my voice
I don’t care about the outside noise
I gain my poise in solitude so I rejoice

Privacy is my sanctuary because peace is guaranteed
My unknown strength unfolds like flowers sowing seeds
The silence and solitary nature of my safe keeps me alive
Now make a move and do what protects your peace

I bleed with ink.
You breathe in brushstrokes.
Still, we meet
in the same shade of ache.

I call it a stanza.
You call it a sky,
but both are ways
to survive the silence.

My pen trembles like your hands do
when the colours won’t blend.
We try to tell the truth,
but it keeps slipping
into metaphor.

I say “I miss you”
through rhythm.
You say it
through smudged reds
and too much blue.

We never made sense
in black and white.
But somewhere between
my verse
and your canvas,
we almost
became a masterpiece.