I met you — it was fate: your love a quiet portrait, the map of my direction. Now I stand a thousand kilometers away, yet our love does not thin across the miles — like sun and earth, ancient companions, their longing traced in orbits. Your love came to me like morning light, spilling into the dark of sleeping worlds; the earth uncloses, breathes, and blooms. I sit beneath the patient stars each night, and hope — as always — to meet you again for the first time, in every universe. — Albatross ✍️🕊