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01
30 Days of You April 2026

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.

02
30 Days of You April 2026

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.

I Was Not Expecting You - The Fat Poet 03
30 Days of You March 2026

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.

04
Awakening February 2026

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.

05
Musings January 2026

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.

06
Uncategorized January 2026

Geometry of Longing

Perhaps this is love now,
not the collision of bodies,
but the sustained attention
we offer each other
across impossible space.

07
30 Days of You January 2026

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.

08
30 Days of You December 2025

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.

09
30 Days of You December 2025

I Sit in Silence

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

10
30 Days of Me December 2025

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.