You adore microorganisms because you love knowing the unknown and the unseen.
And it tells a lot about you, being patient, calm, and collected.
Somehow, someway, in times I never told, you did see right through me.
Being patient all through the years, you were my calm in my storm. You helped me collect my thoughts when I got messy. You saw right through me.
I could never imagine we would end.
We felt woven into the fabric of things, inseparable like space and time, heat and friction.
But like fungal spores that penetrates an ant it consumed everything it held onto until the death was silent and absolute.