Distance Divides Fondness

Distance of convenience rests between us.
I picked up the pieces that cost us
more time than we could ever spend.
States away, we embraced over texts.
Another version of her envisions within
my dreams over the horizon that align
the pressure of separating time zones
from the cup of love that we keep half full
in a scarcity of taking reality seriously.
In her thoughts, I linger as a suitor.

(To anyone kind enough to like this post, thank you.)

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