It feels like recognition,
the way your presence settles into me—
not rushing,
not demanding,
just arriving like it knows my name.
As if somewhere beyond time,
we once stood close enough
to learn the sound of each other’s breath,
and this moment
is only the remembering.
Your words touch places
I didn’t know were still awake,
like hands finding hands
in the dark
without searching.
Maybe it’s not a past life.
Maybe it’s this one,
finally lining up just right—
two souls brushing edges,
sparking softly,
saying there you are
without speaking.
There’s no need to promise anything.
The warmth is enough.
The closeness.
The way the world feels quieter
when we meet here.
Some connections don’t ask
to be kept forever.
They only ask
to be felt fully
while they’re here.
And this—
this feels like something
worth feeling.
Through the Fog 