Z3Q - 6Δ9

a chalk outline, except you’re not lost— just gone

a glitch in the matrix where your holodelic presence once pulsated

Z3Q - 6Δ9 are your indelible coordinates in heartspace, but I won’t revisit

too weary of the chocolate molten lava still bubbling in the innermost center of my being

too afraid to get hit by the tsunami of love, even now, even in hindsight

I feel your echo

               𓂃₊ ⊹

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳