Written in 2024/OCT
Patience and chrysanthemums
and standing at your doorstep.
The weight of you is out of view;
the centre of my orbit.
I came to you without a map,
without a proper pretext.
I knew the die was cast,
I knew it long before the reasons.
You drew me in like oxygen
to journey through your heart,
and every cell resounded
with the healing of our past.
Your heart contained my essence
and, our separation done;
this sacred coalescence
where we lived two lives as one.


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