My Dearest Crab Man—
To you, my soulmate, dancing somewhere at the bottom of the sea—
While I walk this life on solid ground, you spin in saltwater light, claws raised to a rhythm I can’t hear, shell catching glimmers of a world that hasn’t reached me yet. I move through days alone, feet on quiet roads, pockets full of questions. I imagine you laughing with the currents, unbothered by time, content to twirl where the tide keeps secrets.
Do you know I’m here— looking out over the water, wondering...
