The music didn’t start
it arrived,
a pulse under our ribs,
a shared heartbeat we didn’t question.
Your hands found me
like they already knew the map,
like I had always been
right there.
Neon spilled from the ceiling
liquid pinks and electric blues
and chose you.
God, the way it chose you.
It traced your jaw,
caught in your smile,
lit your eyes into something
I could have lived inside forever.
You laughed
and I swear the whole room bent toward it,
but I was already there,
held steady in your orbit.
My cheek against your chest,
your breath warm in my hair,
the crowd dissolved into
just movement, just light, just us.
We didn’t dance
we floated between moments,
between beats,
between who we were
and who we were becoming.
And I remember thinking
not in words, but in something softer
if time ever asked for this back,
I wouldn’t know how to let it go.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
The music didn’t start
it arrived,
a pulse under our ribs,
a shared heartbeat we didn’t question.
Your hands found me
like they already knew the map,
like I had always been
right there.
Neon spilled from the ceiling
liquid pinks and electric blues
and chose you.
God, the way it chose you.
It traced your jaw,
caught in your smile,
lit your eyes into something
I could have lived inside forever.
You laughed
and I swear the whole room bent toward it,
but I was already there,
held steady in your orbit.
My cheek against your chest,
your breath warm in my hair,
the crowd dissolved into
just movement, just light, just us.
We didn’t dance
we floated between moments,
between beats,
between who we were
and who we were becoming.
And I remember thinking
not in words, but in something softer
if time ever asked for this back,
I wouldn’t know how to let it go.
