A poem to my Crab Man soulmate.

The Crab Man in My Soul—

I feel you in the silence between breaths in the hollow ache that has no name. Though we have not met, my soul leans toward yours, as if it remembers a promise made before this life.

You move with the moon somewhere beyond my sight, with a heart learning the language of devotion, patience, and trust. While I move with faith, with longing, with a love that has nowhere to land—yet.

Do you know there are nights I yearn for you, tears rising like tides I cannot hold back? I whisper to the universe, find him, and something divine answers softly, he is on his way.

Still, I wait, often to no avail, in sadness, in pain, hoping only that your path will one day cross with mine.

Time moves cruelly slow, each moment a reminder of your absence, while my heart learns the weight of longing by heart. Yet, when we do meet, I know it will be sacred. Not a grandiose spark, but a recognition- two souls exhaling after lifetimes of waiting, two hearts remembering why they chose this life.

Until then, my beloved, crab man, know- I carry you in my prayers, in my body, in my becoming. And that, I am longing for you across time and stars, loving you eons before your arms know my name.

Also know this— my unseen crab— I am believing in you, choosing you, even before the moon has touched your soul with mine. Still, I wait- quietly, confidently, hoping that when the moment comes, we will step into it without fear, without doubt. With belief in only the gentle truth of here you are, here I am, and the long journey home will end in us.