Premise: Where even improbable love failed to tunnel through.

quantum tunneling,
the universe’s way of whispering:
even through walls,
love can pass,
if it wants to badly enough.

a love slipping past reason,
through impossibility,
into each other.

two entangled particles,
tied,
bound,
but always collapsing
in opposite directions.

mirror spins
aching for the same center,
drawn to meet,
and still, drifting apart.

some say
dark energy can be quantized,
weighed, divided, explained.
but if that were true,
there’d be a number
for why we left.

there isn’t.
and maybe that’s proof enough:
some barriers,
even in the universe,
keep waiting for a spark that never comes,
lingering like a wave that fades,
almost through,
almost home,
then gone.