Chemistry

Chemistry

They could not see the
thread
spun slowly over years:
from
fire,
salt,
and grace.

They didn’t see it—
tempered
by friendship,
tears, laughter;
by fears and moments of wild ecstasy
Sometimes joy and sorrow arrived hand in hand.
Sometimes
they came crashing down.

But we stayed the course—
faith held us,
even through silence,
which felt like resentment.
An arrow pointed at each other,
but truly
buried within ourselves.

Still, you held it.
I held it.
Because all that inner work whispered:
let the chemistry find its balance.

An author once called it
the grace of reinvention.
And yes—
grace was needed in spades.

This bond—
it needed time to cure…

The disparities glaring—
age, race,
culture.
It’s easier to notice the cracks,
to be critical.
The world is full of critics.
And then we inherit their voices
and become our own.

But this chemistry—
distills in rain or shine.
It shifts,
remixes,
becomes the elixir
we drink again and again.

We leaped into the mystery—
not to tame love,
but to let it undo us,
and in that undoing—
the alchemy.

Because
Alchemy is the gift
built from
staying,
breaking,
becoming—
and being lived.