You arrived
like breath drawn
before the world had lungs.

Not loud.
Not sudden.
Just known.

Like hands that fit
before fingers are taught
what touching means.

We’ve been this before.
I don’t know when.
But my bones do.

My mouth
does not remember
your name—
only the taste
of syllables
I’ve missed
since the last time
we let go.

You looked at me
like you’d seen me
fall before.
I looked at you
like I knew
how you break
when no one is watching.

There’s no story here,
just a pull—
not magnetic,
but cellular.

And a quiet
that builds a room
for both of us
to tremble in.

You,
telling the night
it doesn’t need
to be brave.
Me,
learning the sound
of not flinching.

Time and time again,
we find each other.

In every life
our paths cross—
two souls entwined,
learning more to return.

To grow each other.
To know this feeling
and better express it.

The way you no longer
Spend every moment seeking out
The one you love
Once they’ve confirmed they’re yours
They way each second is just a second
Instead of another second with them
There was a time you pined to share the same air
And now you walk past without a hello
knowing they’ll be meeting you at home later

I woke up wondering
Where the sadness
ever present on my shoulders
disappeared to this week

Pink, neatly sorted into a wooden block
The golden rimmed knives glint and gleam
I yearn and yearn to no longer be clean.

I realize- a little late
As the road continues
I only take the pathways
I can handle alone