I Thought I Learned All I Could About Love

I Thought I Learned All I Could About Love I thought I learned all I could about love— how it bends like willow branches and breaks like brittle glass, how it hums in the quiet of a held breath and vanishes in the space of a sigh. I knew its patterns, its rising and falling, the way it lingers in the scent of a shirt, the ghost of a touch on the skin, the echo of a name in an empty room. But then you— a story unwritten, a storm unnamed, a language I never spoke, yet somehow understood. Love was not a lesson learned, but a lesson unlearned, rewritten in the shape of your hands. Now I know love is not a road walked once, not a book with a final page, but a horizon that stretches further, always further, each time I think I have arrived. By King Willie