we become each other’s ground
by what we let rest in us
you place something heavy in me
i become the shape of it
for a while
then you lift it
and i stay curved
as if the weight
had learned me
this is the physics
of the almost-touching
i am the table
where your thought
learns to be still
you are the wall
that my silence
leans against
we form around each other
like water
around stone
like stone
around absence
the most human thing
is to become the surface
where another
can recognize
their own edge
and stay
where something
almost
begins