It's Zenobia

He speaks of love some eternal  creature reaching  across time  to consume us  He  a quiet  simple  human  who in  months has somehow  undone brick  by  brick  my decades of debris concrete solid  structures towering walls falling free in relief at his feet leaving  me in awe in lieu of speech He  an engineer building  bridges  out of the  broken  pieces  of my heart to guide me across the stars to carry me  when the  journey  is hard and I  spill tears plead fears and he hears the truth  in my cries and he fashions new words new pages blank for new  stages new stories now only  written  in a sweet  soft language soothing replacing  the anguish  the ache  the pain  and offering  a magic  in its place a quiet divination coaxed   gently from the earth roots  planted  patiently making  me ques...

Something  happened  in between  the moments  we were apart the far  somehow  managed  to create  a way  to diminish  the distance the insistent voice  in my head  speaking  for my heart we were safe but really  we were scarred  we were hard  we were confused about who  and what  and how  to trust  to settle  to love the distance was a catalyst I listened out  for the echoes of things  you were  already  saying  I let them  find me I let them  sink in I wasn't thinking I was feeling  I was falling for the  first time  without  seeing danger without  wanting  to admit  to myself  that happiness didn't have to be  a stranger could be  something greater  than quiet  moments  alone something  happened  in the absence  to recreate my idea of home how it could  ...

maybe I  don't need  love I simply need  more of  this math  this collection of adds small little things  gathered  over moments and months laughs and naps and stitches  fixing more than pockets filled with  something  solid  something  sacred  taken  in measured doses holding  space tight in my throat that ache that tastes the tears  you try not to cry kindness  multiplied gifted  like trinkets glitter  gold filling all the empty space I used to know I used to crave  I used to say  the emptiness  was me  was everything  I would need but I am forced to reevaluate  recalculate  tally up  the smiles  the warmth  the chiseled  bits  of concrete falling at my feet from the walls that felt  so necessary  now noted as obsolete the oxygen  sweeter  when I breath the reflection  revealing  a version of me I have ...