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Summons

Sometimes I think we have met already in another arrangement of sorrow, where the stars made no accusations and time did not feed on…

I only stand here now, in this small crossing of lives, aware that I am late, but not lost. Because something in me recognized…

I do not come with clever sentences or the language of certainty. I come only with the small trembling truth that appears when someone…

When I say I love you time loosens its belt. The past stops arguing, the future leans closer to listen.

Night brings you without apology. You lie beside my thoughts as if you have always belonged there, as if forgetting were a language my…

I tell myself: stop. Enough ink, enough hunger. Enough reaching across air. But the words do not listen. They spill from me like water…

I think of you the way fruit thinks of summer, inevitably, without impatience, accepting sweetness as a form of waiting.

Do not think I exaggerate. Love is exact. It measures the distance between two chairs, counts the seconds between one message and the next,…

And here I stand, between house and horizon, between what England has been and what this morning is briefly willing to promise, content to…