There are miles between us,

long stretches of silence,

a thousand clocks ticking

without mercy.

But love,

you carry my name in your breath

and I wear your voice

like a talisman.

The distance knocks—

it always does—

with its cold hands and sharp reminders,

but it never gets in.

Because every night,

you lay your head down

on the same sky I pray beneath.

Every morning,

I wake to the echo of you

in the quiet.

The wires can break.

The letters can stop.

But love—

the kind we built—

it travels without needing

feet or wings.

And so,

even now,

even here,

I am with you.

And you are with me.

And the distance—

the distance doesn’t win.