Across the Distance

I met you in a moment

the way quiet rain meets earth,

softly, unexpectedly,

yet suddenly the air felt different.

Since then, miles have learned your name.

They stretch between us

like long roads that refuse to end,

yet somehow they only make

my thoughts travel faster to you.

There are things I imagine often:

the first time our hands finally meet,

how your laughter might sound

when the wind isn’t carrying it through a screen,

how the world might pause

just long enough

for me to hold you close.

Distance is a strange teacher.

It shows how a heart can recognize home

in someone it hasn’t even stood beside.

So I wait,

not with impatience,

but with a quiet certainty

that somewhere ahead of us

there is a day

when miles will give up their stubbornness

and place you right in front of me.

And when that day comes,

I will not say much at first.

I will simply hold you,

the way someone holds

a long-awaited sunrise.

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