Where We Meet
We met where edges soften and names fall away. No yours, no mine only the quiet between that keeps widening. A small gesture becomes…
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Laughter Between Us
I have known silence with many. Heavy silence. The kind that asks to be survived. But with you even silence smiled. And I think…
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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…
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Geometry of Longing
Perhaps this is love now, not the collision of bodies, but the sustained attention we offer each other across impossible space.