The Geography of Love

I've been mapping the distance
Between who we were and who we've become
Like a cartographer of change
Trying to chart how love transforms

Remember when our hearts beat lighter?
When London rain blessed unknowing eyes
Before time taught us gravity
Before dreams learned to wear disguise

These days I find myself searching
In the mirrors of ordinary moments
For echoes of that weightless grace
That once danced in our margins

Some nights the space between us
Feels vast as unmapped stars
Other nights I'm struck breathless
By how close we really are

Tell me, love, do you feel it too?
This tender ache of becoming
How growth can taste of loss
Even as it leads us home

I study you in morning light
Like a language half-remembered
Beautiful in ways I couldn't name
When beauty needed no translation

There's a kind of love that breaks you
Not from lack, but from its depth
That splits you open gentle
Till you can't tell pain from grace

And here's the truth I'm learning:
Every version of us is real
The London laughing dreamers
The careful lovers now revealed

Perhaps that's what makes it holy —
Not that we remain unchanged
But that we keep choosing each other
Through every joy and strain

For underneath our reaching
Beyond each hope and fear
There's still that first rain falling
There's still you, holding dear