Correspondence

it's funny how sometimes

the most polar of things

are meant for each other.

you always laughed at the joy

i found in algebra.

but i loved the way x and y always just were.

you admired that when i ran,

i run not for exercise

but rather my foot on the earth

and the wind in my hair.

you fell in love with

the way i wrote

how my words melted onto the page

until it became a reflection.