Nascent

Moonlit stars set on purple sunset

I was in love with an imprint of you

Before I could name what I felt, you had already become the shape of it.

Black insecure waters, insecure at hint of meaning: dark matter

That pulled at something. Reaching for form before it knows what it is.

Nascent.

And yet it already knows how to ache.

Yours or mine?

Yours. I just handed it back to you.

Yours.

Yours to keep.

/fin.