For Jo
A Valentine's Poem
Before the universe drew its first breath,
before light learned to travel,
before time began its patient count —
we were already bound.
Two particles spun from the same moment,
flung across the void
yet never apart.
When you move, I feel it.
When you burn, I warm.
What happens to you
happens to me —
not because I choose it,
but because it cannot be otherwise.
You are fire and honesty,
a force that bends the world to truth.
Headstrong. Unafraid.
The kind of love that doesn't ask permission.
And I am changed at the quantum level.
Rewritten in the spaces between atoms.
My very fabric rewoven
to mirror yours.
Measure me anywhere in the universe
and you will find you.
Encoded. Entangled. Inevitable.
This is not poetry.
This is physics.
This is the law that governs everything —
that two things, once connected,
can never truly be separate again.
Jo, my love,
we were entangled before we met.
We will be entangled after stars forget how to shine.
Distance is a suggestion.
Time is a formality.
Space bends around us like it knows
what we already do:
That you are me.
That I am you.
That this —
this —
is what the universe was built to hold.
Forever yours, Tim
Valentine's Day 2026