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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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