We never shared the same space;
circumstance kept us apart.
We passed so close I’m sure
we must’ve touched
on some level, but life went on
unaware, invisible threads.


I got you to laugh in the middle
of our tragedies, and you let me
cry until I crashed. The overlap
we found in our different worlds
surprised us, until time began
to warp every time we played.


You said you never noticed
the nerves I nearly choked on
when I reached across the table
for your hand. Our fingers found
purpose on every part. My breath
was yours and yours again.


I unlocked my phone for you,
trusting the bonds we’ve made.
The men I’ve had when we were
weak were only thrusting flesh,
not enduring—like your voice
on the day we met.