12.7.25
“You do know we’re soulmates, right?” I asked.
“I do.”
It landed in my spirit.
No altar.
No ring.
Just truth.
A vow.
Recognition, not possession,
bound by light, not law.
We met ourselves in each other’s eyes
and felt, without question,
that we were home.
-Lele
13.7.25
“Oh, Jake” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
“Yes.” Jake said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
I was Clementine when I kissed you too soon,
texted too much, and made you laugh.
I was Jane when I said nothing,
held my heart behind my back, and walked away softly.
I was Brett when I let you in carelessly,
wanting nothing more than to belong to you.
Clem erased Joel, and chose the ache all over
messy, but brave.
Jane returned to a humbled man when the fire burned out,
and they built from ash and grace.
Brett kept loving, though she left Jake in the taxi,
hollow and hopeless.
And us?
The dam of our story has just broken.
-Lele
Lele Muthali 