you keep thinking
you have to arrive
as one perfect shape
as if love is something
that only recognizes certainty

but I have never
needed you to be finished

I have loved you
in fragments
you were afraid to name
in the pieces
you tried to edit into silence
in the contradictions that made you
doubt your own consistency

I have loved you
when you were certain
and when certainty
left you mid-sentence

in the way you change
without warning
as if becoming is something
that should apologize for itself
as if shifting means
you are losing your place

but I do not experience you
as a fixed thing
I experience you as movement
as weather crossing a body of water
as light that refuses to stay
the same shape on the wall

I have love you in versions
not to keep up with you
but because every version
still carries
the same center of wanting
even when you forget it

you are not required
to arrive anywhere
not for me
not for love
not for something
to finally call you whole

Because I already love you
where you are still becoming