Horizontverschmelzung
for N
the day opens like a file; where your name is stamped on every page. every moment with you feels less like fate and more like a door i learn to open. corridors multiply; your laugh chooses the right one without looking. you are one of my dearest friends, a word too small, a suitcase I keep overfilling, and keep running out of vernacular to represent. when you sit beside me, the furniture remembers how to be gentle. your laugh echoes in the quiet spaces; the walls sign for the parcel and keep it. with you, i grow less insect, and somehow, even more human; i molt the hard shell of caution. i become more alive where the verbs finally conjugate. coffee steams; the window fogs; the city writes us in pencil and still we stay. thank you for seeing the draft in me and reading it as if it were a book. for believing the room is bigger than its walls. for standing beside me while the machine of worry hums and cools. we keep a small lamp lit for the future; it finds us without asking. if love is an address, ours is a light left on. if love is a test, you are the quiet proctor who says, breathe. not the romantic kind but the purest form of love. there are nights i become the envelope and you are the letter; the world is only a stamp. nothing grand —just the miracle of your shoulder finding the right height for my head. —11/04/2025