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Our Love is a Shrödinger’s Cat

Our love
is a Schrödinger’s cat
Sealed in its quiet box,
it flickers between pulse and absence
both breathing and gone,
both
a promise and a ruin,
until the moment one of us dares
to lift the lid

We live, we linger…
In that suspended hush
Your hand almost on mine,
your mouth almost saying ‘stay’,
the future collapsing into every
possible tenderness
and every possible ending

Our love exists in a quiet interval
between one truth and another
a place where outcomes hesitate,
where nothing settles
and everything trembles
with the possibility of becoming

We move through it carefully,
as if a single glance
could force the world to choose
what we are to each other

So we practice a kind of elegance:
half-steps, withheld words,
touches that almost happen
and therefore echo longer

But we never look
We circle the box,
listening for movement,
afraid that certainty
will kill what possibility keeps alive

So our love remains here
unobserved,
unclaimed
alive and not alive,
waiting for the courage
that neither of us finds

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