As my sunsets, yours rises

Tonight, a lonely one

An empty groove in my bed

Unable to see you in a way

As I turn to the spot,

That once filled you

Could be the insomnia hitting

But your voice, an earworm

Fears seem so small

Doubts non-existent

Your voice dominates them

I rather have your cluster,

Souvenirs of yours

Bound by a communication device

Good morning to you

Good night to me.

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So far, yet so close. This is the reality of long-distance relationships.

15/07/2022