Magic
You don’t have to convince me
of love or magic.
Because the stars aligned the whites of our eyes
long before I saw you.
And once we stood foot to foot on opposite ends of the earth,
and lava moved between us, churning all things magnetic,
and a stirring in my heart was somehow synchronous,
with a stirring in yours,
and the pull was so strong that it dragged tears from my eyes,
and a life so carefully constructed was sacrificed to the tide of this.
This love.
This magic.
















