You never felt like a stranger, not even from the start. It felt as if I could spill every piece of my heart. Your warmth feels familiar, your love, a calm ocean. You paint affection on the fisher’s boat that’s long been cradled by the sea, and the waves carried you ashore, to the sand that’s been waiting for your return. Our patient waiting bloomed into tenderness, flowing gently through our veins. And I can’t resist anymore— we are the fall that dares to catch each other, our frailty made brave by how we hold on. Your presence fills what was already full, and I whisper— don’t look at me again, or I’ll bind you in silence soft as rain, so your earth will always need me in every breath you take.