Until I Met You: A Short Love Poem in Three Lines

Some poems take a hundred lines to get where they’re going. This one took three.

You can spend years building a working theory of love out of every approximation you encounter — close calls, near-misses, the ones that almost were. The theory holds up. It explains the data. You’re fine.

And then someone walks in and the theory just stops being useful. Not because it was wrong, exactly. Because the new thing is operating on a different axis entirely.

That’s the whole poem. Three lines were all it needed.