I loved you before I knew your name.
When you’d awkwardly stare
When I could only theorize
what you might be thinking
What you wanted in life
Not in a foolish sense,
not how wishful poets mean it,
but how traveler recognizes the distant light
through the misty fog
and can see that he has been walking toward it all his life.
There seems something beautifully cruel in it.
The way every single ravishing thing
Can now remind me of you,
the rain my window,
the moonlight caught in the bare branches,
the hum of my blown out amp before unplugging it.
As though my world,
After discovering your existence,
can no longer speak of anything else.
So I’ll continue carrying my love for you
How the night sky carries the stars
quietly, endlessly,
asking nothing of them
except that they remain
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
I loved you before I knew your name.
When you’d awkwardly stare
When I could only theorize
what you might be thinking
What you wanted in life
Not in a foolish sense,
not how wishful poets mean it,
but how traveler recognizes the distant light
through the misty fog
and can see that he has been walking toward it all his life.
There seems something beautifully cruel in it.
The way every single ravishing thing
Can now remind me of you,
the rain my window,
the moonlight caught in the bare branches,
the hum of my blown out amp before unplugging it.
As though my world,
After discovering your existence,
can no longer speak of anything else.
So I’ll continue carrying my love for you
How the night sky carries the stars
quietly, endlessly,
asking nothing of them
except that they remain
You’re my everything
