We met in coincidences—
Once in angst staring at the moon
Twice in silence glaring at the sun
Thrice under colored skies pretending not to watch.
Each time,
the universe held its breath.
Each time,
we let go too soon.
There were years between our names.
Other hands. Other homes.
Hearts that tried to forget
what never really left.
But I’ve learned—
what isn’t meant for you
will fight to leave.
And what is
will find its way back,
no map,
no warning,
just a pull.
So even if we part again,
even if time forgets our faces—
I’ll know:
'You are the return.
You are the thing that stays.'
Indefinitely
Erennwrites
