Drawn to

I start by watching you from across the noise,

the room spinning with its own small dramas,

but you,

you are a quiet center pulling me in.

Even your laughter has edges of starlight,

wild and patient at the same time.

Your gaze meets mine and stays,

not hurried, not shy,

like you’ve already decided

there’s no need for masks.

In that instant,

I feel the world tilt,

a slow, magnetic shift

I cannot name but cannot resist.

And then it happens.

The turn.

A pulse beneath my ribs

that isn’t just want but recognition.

Something deeper than a glance

or a single night’s heat,

something like belonging

to a future we haven’t yet lived.

I move closer without realizing it,

drawn as if your soul

has its own orbit around me.

No words,

no script,

just this fierce gravity,

a promise unspoken but already true.

In that closeness

time stumbles.

The noise fades.

And what remains is the undeniable truth

that my heart is already reaching

for the space your heart leaves open.