Someday I wrote this for someone I loved and he wasn’t with me
Distance.
Counting down the days till I see him. Again. For I’ve seen him in my dreams, kissing the crinkles in his eyes when he smiles at me “good morning”. I’ve seen him those afternoons sitting on my balcony when poetry is transmuting into him and words are representing his touch, his eyes, his love. I could use words that weren’t used before, words that were written for him, words that no one else heard but him.
Someone asked me, “What’s so special about him?” And I, innocently, answered, his smile...
Making him laugh? It doesn’t matter how or why. Somehow, it was my favorite thing to do. It still is. This simple act of affinity meant the entire world to me. I think I can descry between his smile and his laughter. The sound made by some kind of joy mingled with unconscious impulse. Or even better, a simple smile when someone talks to him from a mellifluous and flawless one when my eyes catch his cheeks upturning and blushing. Simply. Artlessly. Unintentionally.
Distance is a commitment. Distance is a choice I make every day because he makes my soul smile and my heart blossom with joy.
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