An Unfolding

You arrive in my world like a pulse of light

that spills through the cracks of an old room,

steady yet startling,

both familiar and new.

I had forgotten what it felt like

to breathe in someone’s presence

as though it were music.

Each glance from you is a chord

I didn’t know I’d been waiting to play.

The air shifts, softens,

and everything ordinary

carries a different weight,

a richer shade of meaning.

I am not just near you—

I am changed by you.

But then the current turns.

Not away,

but deeper,

as if we have stepped off the edge of a map

and into the secret territory

where time loosens its hold.

This isn’t fleeting,

not a passing tremor.

It’s a door swinging open

to a place I never knew I had been building inside myself.

With you, each moment unfolds

like a silken thread drawn from a hidden spool,

endless and quietly radiant.

I don’t reach for the end of it.

I don’t want to.

I only want to keep moving through it,

alive in its glow,

letting the world narrow

until all that’s left is us,

breathing the same rhythm,

brightening each other’s sky.