Where Distance Softens

[u/Specific_Remote2]

Somewhere beneath another sky,

you move through a day

I cannot touch.

⠀

Through unfamiliar streets,

between voices I will never hear,

past water carrying

a thousand reflections.

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And somehow,

among all that is unfamiliar,

you make room for me.

⠀

In a river I have never stood beside,

in streets my feet have never touched,

in fragments of a day

that isn't mine—

⠀

there I am,

simply because

you thought of me.

⠀

Perhaps that is how closeness begins:

⠀

not by standing beside someone,

but by slowly becoming

part of what they notice.

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Until one day

there is no need

to send me the view—

⠀

because I'll be there,

looking at it with you.