What is your magic
That pulls me toward you
When I should resist?

The kerning between the
Letters and words that
Tumble from our mouths

As we build imaginary
Worlds for a future
That will never be?

The laughter that pulls
You back in your chair and
Centers the room around you?

Is it the way you defend,
The way you anger,
The way you soothe?

Is it your scent and
The way it gathers in me
Like a fully formed memory?

Is it the moments where
We’ve sat close, listening
For each other’s breaths,

Engraving the smallest
Movements of one another
Upon our tender hearts?

Is it the sadness I can
Feel radiating off of you
Like a silent power source,

One that I recognize
Within myself and want to
Help you carry?

I am caught in this space
Without explanation,
Without resolution.