Your Name.
there is a love
that does not ask to be explained
only recognized
like a name
resting on the tip of memory
waiting for the world
to finally match it
it is a hum in the chest
a scarlet thread
tied loosely around the heart
stretching across the thousand miles
of cities we haven't walked
we are two ends
of the same thread
though the knots may tangle
and the distance may fray the edges
but the pull remains
Like a soft hum like a gravity.
so I do not go looking for you
I simply carry my end of the string
knowing that somewhere,
under the same shifting sky,
you are already
holding onto my other end
Holding on to me