I didn’t fall for you.
I weathered into you.
I loved you like erosion:
slow, brutal, inevitable.

I didn’t chase you.
I tectoned toward you
I loved you like sediment loves gravity.

I didn’t touch you.
I lichened to your absence
I loved you like a fault line loves pressure.

But you loved me like weather loves stone:
briefly, and only to reshape me.
loved me like a glacier:
slow to move, quick to forget the valley.

Our love story will last till
mountains forget they were once oceans.