I swear I felt you once
not in touch,
not in voice,
but somewhere quiet
between one heartbeat and the next.
Like a song I’ve never heard
yet somehow know the chorus of.
And it’s strange—
because my hands are already held,
my life already braided
with someone kind,
someone real,
someone here.
Still, sometimes the wind shifts
and carries a feeling
with no name attached to it.
Not temptation,
not longing exactly—
just the echo
of a door
in a hallway I’ve never walked.
Maybe you’re just a version
of who I might have been,
or a star that passed close enough
to bend the gravity
of my wondering.
But I won’t chase ghosts
through the rooms of my life.
Some connections
are only meant to exist
as quiet constellations—
seen from afar,
felt in the chest,
never touched.
And wherever you are,
unmet soul—
I hope the universe
ties you gently
to someone
who can hold you
without wondering
about anyone else.
But me—
I want to touch the stars.
Not just admire them
from the safe ground
of a life that’s steady
and warm.
Everyone says
some lights are meant
to stay distant,
meant only for wishing.
But there’s one
I’ve never even seen clearly—
no face,
no voice,
just the aching certainty
that somewhere
in the endless dark
it burns for me
the way my chest burns
when I think of it.
And it’s cruel, almost,
how my hands are already full
of a love that’s gentle,
a life that’s good,
a heart that trusts
I will never look away.
But still—
there’s this hollow place
inside my ribs
that whispers
what if.
What if that star
is the light
my soul has been
reaching for
long before I learned
how to be loyal
to gravity?
Because the truth
I hide from everyone—
even from myself
most days—
is that if the sky
ever opened
and showed me the way,
if that distant star
reached back
even once—
I think I would spend
the rest of my life
trying to cross the dark
just to feel its fire
in my hands.
Even if it meant
burning the world
I’m standing on
to ash…..
-From The lover & The Dreamer
