People think

Distance

Is measured

In miles

But it’s not

It’s learning

That

“Good morning”

And

“Goodnight”

Are vital

Companions to

“I love you”

It’s cooking

The same meal

Or watching movies

And pressing play

At the same time

It’s pausing to laugh

At the same scene

Or looking over

And crying

Over the same dialogue

It’s sending reels

Of crazy squirrels

Of pretty birds

Of silly elephants

Or ridiculous people

Sharing tiny pieces

Of ordinary

Because love

Likes to hide

In the ordinary

It’s calendars

Full of

Someday

Projects

Full of

Dreams

Suitcases

Never quite

Packed

It’s planning

A future

Without knowing

Which season

Will finally

Become ours

People think

Distance

Is lonely

And sometimes

It is

Sometimes

It’s painful

But mostly

It’s practice

Practice

Choosing

The same person

Again

Again

Again

And then

Crying

Because

It’s taking

So long

And then

Choosing

Again

The dream

That one day

The airport

Disappears

The waiting

Falls away

Our voices

Stop living

In speakers

Our hands

Find warmth

Our arms

Become

The place

We finally

Stop longing for

Byron,

You are

My vacation

My quiet

My peace

My deep breath

My safest place

You are everything

Worth waiting for

Because if

Love

Can survive

Years

Of yesterdays

Full of distance

Imagine

What it can do

With tomorrow