I’m like his silent “achoo”

Teenage Dream

Wish Come True

9 of Cups

Heart-knit glue

Still connected even through

The water of emotion

We tried to bottle

Until the top popped open

So many things we’ve left unspoken

But telepathically

I leave my gate open

For him to walk my golden path

To the doors made of pink glass

Was starting to shatter fast

But he’s the ball of glue

Rebuilt my cast

Elastic refined my form

Bendable body

Graceful form

Down the middle we were torn

Transformed the fire into form

Formulas of infinite fate

Physically shifting weight

My time has come

No need to wait

Right on time

Divine Timing is never late.