I did not need to transpose the key
to join my life with yours.

The seasons marked the time signature.
Cloudy weather was a riff
alternating with sunshine.

Lives intertwined
as the song crisscrossed:
Two hearts, one rhythm
like the ocean—
one force uniting
opposite shores.

A countermelody
nearly choked us
but rising to the surface
we caught our breath.

Even now, I find myself
between two worlds:
Neither sandbar
nor cresting wave,
I fall like salty spray
suspended in air.