AXIS
Some connections are invisible; ours is indelible,
Like Scrabble: messy, infinite, and real.
We began like scattered tiles on a quiet board,
Until we found each other and became something more.
You were the piece I didn't know I was saving space for,
The way you turned my silence into a thing worth staying for.
Accidental magic, or a script in ink,
Words brewed like comfort, and presence gave me wings.
Even chaos felt organised around you,
The way meanings filled blanks and aligned a few.
In the grid, we are palindromes;
We are just letters, but together we spell home.
Not every turn in life forms a perfect rhyme,
But ours fell together, colliding in time.
And in all this randomness, you made sense,
Because some meanings aren't meant to fade, but exist as essence.
No way every sentence needed to be complete;
Each fragment of me felt concrete.
You didn't ask me to rearrange or pretend;
You just placed yourself and stayed till the end.
