Bam Bam Bam

Bam.

Not the sound of breaking—

the sound of my heart remembering

how to stay calm.

Bam.

When I think of him,

my breath slows down,

like the world agrees

to soften.

I don’t chase.

I don’t prove.

I notice how my body feels safe

around the idea of him.

Bam.

Desire lives here,

warm and honest,

without urgency,

without fear.

I don’t disappear in this feeling.

I remain myself—

clear, grounded,

choosing.

Bam.

This isn’t a promise.

It’s presence.

Two people, if they meet,

meeting without force.

And if they don’t—

I’m still whole.

Still breathing.

Still me.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.