Time folded on top of itself.

I see you in the edges of this kaleidoscope of string. I am never looking directly at you.


You exist in the spaces where light reflects in a different direction.


I have seen you in memories you were never a part of,


You, the ghost,

You, the peregrine I watch wistfully from a window.


I will tuck you in the vast expanses of forever hiding beneath the tides.