Silence had ruled the universe for a very long time.
In the beginning, the silence was not quiet.
Then the jungle of loneliness grew—
spreading past cities and countries,
its winding creepers filling the spaces
between people, homes, friends, strangers.
She threw coins of travel, cooking classes, dating apps,
books—oh, the whole world of spells—
into fountains and flowing waters, wishing
to be free of the all-encompassing fog.
One day, there were three days of words.
Yes, hands held.
Yes, bodies merging.
Yes, tears.
Yes, regrets voiced
over skin beneath hands
that did not stop searching.
Words cut her a clearing.
She heard a bird calling
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