06/23/25 Until The Break of Morning’s Line

We met by chance, a twist of fate,

Two strangers bound by something great.

We spoke at first with guarded grace,

Then hearts aligned in quiet space.

Your words, reflections of my mind,

Two weary souls, the same resigned.

The world around us droned and hissed,

Yet in your gaze, the silence kissed.

We craved escape from life’s dull ache,

Each shallow bond, each smile too fake.

But in your company I found

A place where I could feel unbound.

I knew too soon I’d fall too deep,

You stirred the parts I swore to keep.

The piece I missed, the hue I lacked,

You colored where the light had cracked.

We talked until the hours fled,

While night forgot the path it led.

The clocks stood still, the stars held breath,

We danced on dreams untouched by death.

And then you said you felt it too.

My yearning heart split clean in two.

For once, the thing I wished could be

Looked back at me and wished for me.

We tied our fates with humble thread,

And wandered where our longings led.

You saw the world, I saw your joy,

The quiet laugh, the wounded boy.

We lived the lives the loud forget,

Of peaceful days with no regret.

Two nobodies in crowded lands,

Yet everything with holding hands.

But then the shrill alarm begins.

The waking hour, the daily sins.

Of course it never came to pass.

The dream dissolves like shattered glass.

The gods are cruel; they let me see

The life that will not come to me.

They pull me close, then turn their face,

And leave me haunted by its trace.

So I arise, the ache concealed,

My face composed, my thoughts repealed.

A cog in work, a name on screens,

Still waiting for my nightly dreams.

Where you exist and I belong,

Where love is quiet, pure, and strong.

Where I am yours and you are mine,

Until the break of morning’s line.