A few, or perhaps many –
they come and go.
Numberless as time, rise and fall with tides.
A few more moons, a few more winters
will bring us together, my dear!
But until then, they keep us apart,
two hearts, one dying echo.
The distance is far, the wait always long
but the wait and the walk of the distance is ours.
For the stars you see are the same ones as me,
and our eyes share a sky that holds the same sun.
Good morning on my side is goodnight on yours
and while worlds apart, the wind,
ever faithful, blows my kisses to where you are.
Not so far, after all
Not as far as we thought
Same day and age, just not the same place.
The patience of a few more moons,
the worries of a few more winters,
I pray will bring you back to me.
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. . . I can't tell you how much I miss you.
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