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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