I Have Not Forgotten You

This is for:

you, sitting by yourself, muttering mumbled prayers you’re not sure you believe in,

you, fingers frozen in the middle of a sentence you were typing to a friend you’re not sure you care about anymore,

you, wistfully wanting to be anywhere, bottom of the sea/atop a lone mountain, anywhere but where you are,

you, slowly sighing, taking a look around at the jumbled room that used to look like home till a few heartbeats/months/years ago,

you, who hasn’t been home, who hasn’t known what familiarity feels like; it has been so long,

you, belatedly believing you don’t deserve home or happiness,

you, hungrily hunting for anyone/anything that will make your heartbeats sound like festival music and not a funeral march,

you, refusing respite, believing that good things cannot/will not happen to you,

you, who the universe seems to have forgotten altogether.

This is for you. This is for us.

Watch the universe shape and stretch to fit us.

Watch us come together, pour our sadness into each other, watch it transform us.

Watch magic happen.