Love found again

I wrote to you, “I need love, g, I have no emergency contact in this modern life”

And I wonder what lesson the universe is trying to teach me, as I tried to place

“I am” in Einstein’s space-time. Trying to solve problems divine, in many texts

When the mountain that arose, it was a lesson that there was no mountain to climb

Is a puzzle, is a text, is an ant made up of words, a person in an anthill to climb

And all the universe with its mass and energy combined, coming down

On my heart, couldn’t find. She turns into a bird to fly to your weeping side

And there, in your heart, you’ll find her. Weeping with you, speaking your name, g