My vocabulary has broadened—
not just in you.
I am a whole constellation,
alive, wanting,
ripe to be adored.
Words no longer spiral your name alone;
they fracture, stretch,
expand into dimensions
you were never invited to.
I speak in new forms now
shapes you can’t decode,
tongues you never tried to understand.
the language I spoke ten years ago
is buried in ash.
Don’t mistake my evolution for stillness.
I am not rooted,
I am becoming.
already steps ahead,
already speaking in tomorrow’s voice.