Over and Over Again

Two months have passed, but time distorts itself.
Each day expands, a universe of breath.
Your voice arrives before I call your name,
As if the wind already knows the sound.

We met like stars that crashed in distant dark,
Two wolves who howled across the endless ice,
Our pulses synced before we touched the earth,
Before the sky remembered we exist.

Each glance a thread that pulls the soul through flame,
Not burning — no, but cleansing something old.
The past dissolves in ash we do not mourn.
We rise again, reborn in phoenix heat,
Each kiss a spell to write the world anew.

You find me in the chaos every time,
Though lifetimes pull us far across the void.
Your hands remember what the stars forgot.
No silence ever keeps us far for long.

I’ve died a thousand times to meet your gaze,
And every death was sweet if it led here.
You look at me, and life begins once more.
The wolves still run — we’ve never stopped the chase.
Yet now we run together, not alone.
Two months, and yet it feels we’ve always been.
Two souls relearning how to share their light.
We find our way, over and over again.

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April 20, 2025, celebrating two months