We are born as broken pieces,

Fractured stars,

Clutching our corners,

Thinking the world ends at the edges

Of our own skin.

In quiet moments,

We hear the hum

Of something larger

Whispering beneath our ribs.

Our hands, when they touch,

Are maps unfolding

In the dark.

Alone, we are notes

In a forgotten melody—

A sound so small

It vanishes on the wind.

But together, we rise.

We become the song

That shatters silence,

Each voice lifting the next

Until the sky sings back.

We are not whole until

We collide.

Until we see

That the distance between us

Was always the rhythm

That kept us in time.