Success is 1% luck,
2% talent,
20% being a team player,
and 77% never giving up.
Be honorable.
We read constellations in rainwater,
Calibrating our silence toward one another.
Every moonbeam slipping through your fingers
Becomes the direction I wander after.
Love is a rusted compass,
Pointing toward the harbor in your gaze.
On nights the tide has forgotten,
We unravel every answer.
Let migrating birds carry our unkept vows,
Let the tidal waves drown our unspoken names.
In the worn gradations of the rusted compass,
We finally learn—
To navigate by regret,
To love while lost.