Four letters carry conspiracy-theory sized opinions
of a word that we hope exists.
a word universally intertwined in our bones
pulsing through our spirits and sidewalks.
a word hidden in the most common places
in coffee shops
On the streets
On our fingertips
Burning up in our eardrums.

We feel it creeping, searching for
a place to stay
I found a home in you
like a message in a bottle discovered you
saw you as the only piece that I was missing.

You are the hope God made fit to exist
the peace that rests in my chest
the silence that never makes me uncomfortable
my four letter word labyrinth.