Another Universe
Perhaps there is a universe where we chose differently, where time did not put its hands between us, where the years were kind, and love was allowed to remain.
The collection
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The Proceedings
Later he spoke truthfully about grief, and the walls themselves seemed embarrassed for him. Someone coughed. Someone closed a ledger. No one looked him in the eye again. After that he learned procedure. A man must drag himself through life without allowing the chains to make noise. He must bleed internally. He must decay in…
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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 of this often, how some people arrive not with thunder but with a laugh that makes a place feel warmer. It is a small thing, laughter. Men say that. They are…
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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 something in you as if the universe, despite its endless distance, still knew how to bend two separate paths into a single moment.
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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.
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I Was Not Expecting You
I wasn’t expecting you, to find me when I was lost in thought, wrapped in my own solitude, content with the silence that had grown familiar, only to have it broken by the sound of your laughter, a sound that now echoes through my heart.
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Exile
Exile is not being sent away, it is being forced to live where meaning still exists but permission does not. You feel it in moments that misfire: a laugh arriving too early, a thought addressed to no one, a warmth with no object. The field remains intact. Only access is revoked.
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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.
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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.
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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.