At least, we’re under the same sky.
At least, we look at the same moon.
At least, we breathe the same air.
And more importantly,
We share the same feelings.
This is what we call longing.
A feeling born from distance.
Something normal for two souls kept apart.
The time together feels so short.
The time apart feels so long.
This is how our dimension plays with us —
A circle of time that changes depending on who we’re with.
Waiting for the moment we meet again,
Keeping busy with daydreams,
Creating a space for longing that keeps growing.
Be patient, my love.
Soon, we’ll get through this and meet again.
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Faj
13 September 2024
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