My heart was a sealed vessel
Anchored in the silt of its own history
Unmoving
Unlit
Then you appeared
Not as a person
But as a phenomenon
A shift in the wind’s grammar
A tremor in the architecture of silence
The vessel stirred
Its ropes frayed
Its anchor forgot the seabed
You did not touch it
You did not call it
You simply existed
With the inevitability of a rising moon
And the tide obeyed you
My heart lifted
A lantern pulled upward
By a force older than desire
Older than names
It rose into your orbit
A small celestial fugitive
Caught in the gravity
Of an unfamiliar star
Now I walk the world
With a constellation missing
A vacancy that glows
Like a wound made of light
Call it kidnapping
If you need a mortal word
But my heart was taken
The way water is taken by the sky
Not stolen
But summoned