Polaris
Before the void happened to me,
you happened, or more precisely your voice
came across oceans
—Fate was feeling kind that day, I imagine,
with your voice she weaved
a lifeline, pulled me back
across black water—
You happened, and the void,
while still there, doesn’t pull anymore.
The murk can no longer devour
when you are twilight, a
soft-lit haven against nihility.
In the lone, moonless night, a polaris—
I reach out with both arms
and no passage plan
—You’d take my hands, wouldn’t you?
Before the void took mine,
I found you.
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