01
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 itself.
Here I answer only in silence.
What else is left
when love arrives as an apparition
and asks to be believed?
Your voice reaches me
from the side of existence
barred to reason.
A summons.
A sentence.
A mercy.
02
Late
I only stand here now,
in this small crossing of lives,
aware that I am late,
but not lost.
Because something in me
recognized something in you
as if the universe,
despite its endless distance,
still knew how to bend
two separate paths
into a single moment.
03
Masha
I do not come
with clever sentences
or the language of certainty.
I come only
with the small trembling truth
that appears
when someone begins to matter.
04
When I Say ‘I Love You’
When I say I love you
time loosens its belt.
The past stops arguing,
the future leans closer to listen.
05
You, Again
Night brings you without apology.
You lie beside my thoughts
as if you have always belonged there,
as if forgetting were a language
my body never learned.
06
Unsent
I tell myself: stop.
Enough ink, enough hunger.
Enough reaching across air.
But the words do not listen.
They spill from me
like water from a cracked jar,
like poems that learned your name
before they learned restraint.
07
I Sit in Silence
I think of you
the way fruit
thinks of summer,
inevitably,
without impatience,
accepting sweetness
as a form of waiting.
08
Hopeless Romantic
Do not think I exaggerate.
Love is exact.
It measures the distance
between two chairs,
counts the seconds
between one message and the next,
knows precisely
how much silence a heart can carry
before it breaks like a plate
dropped on a kitchen floor.
09
Coffee, Croissants and Quiet Mornings
And here I stand,
between house and horizon,
between what England has been
and what this morning
is briefly willing to promise,
content to witness,
to make no speech grander
than this simple fact:
The light arrived.
It found me ready.
10
Pause
When you were with me,
you spoke more honestly,
laughed more freely,
as if you knew even then
it wouldn’t last forever,
loved more bravely,
and believed,
if only for a while,
that tenderness
could survive in this world.