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Israel

I say your name like it’s something sacred,
like even silence should step aside
to let it pass.
I, Lino, was never meant
to fall this far, this fast—
yet here I am,
tracing the shape of you
in every thought I cannot quiet.
There’s something in the way you exist, Nebu,
like the world chose carefully
when it made you—
and forgot to make anyone else the same.
If you ever doubt it,
let me be the one who reminds you:
you are wanted,
you are seen,
you are everything I didn’t know
I was searching for.
And if the world ever asks who I am—
I’ll answer simply:
I’m Lino,
the one who loves Nebu
without hesitation,
without end.