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Distance.
Distance is everywhere.
It sinks into our bones late at night,
when the stars shine to remind us
they are just one more thing we will never grasp with our
empty hands.
You were so quiet on the drive home,
the distance between present and future seemed to stretch
endlessly
on the road before us.
But then you turned to me at a stoplight
and took my face in yours hands and whispered the words
that close distance like a flame goes out before it's ready.
Distance separated us again,
but it will always be your fingers on my jawline and those three words
that bring me back home.
