There is a nebula between us
a shimmering veil
of unspoken truths
it’s soft celestial smoke
carrying the memories
of my unspoken desires
even before they are formed
I watch you drifting
gravity blooming in your wake
your silence runs through me
still capable of unmaking
everything I have built
to keep myself contained
unravelling pieces of me
with a strange electricity
the pieces I tried to bury
in my old galaxies of regret
when you breathe
entire star clusters shift
yet every night I return
to this cosmic threshold
standing barefoot on the edge
waiting for the moment
when the nebula clears
and your light touches mine
not as two distant bodies
but as one shared creation
born from the collision
of longing and surrender
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 