When I think of all the miles
all the hours that lie between us,
I'm not thinking of Separation,
Not a distance that draws us apart.
I have come instead, to understand
that the space between
Shows the length I will go for you,
The minutes Counting down
to the moment when my eyes rest on yours,
Add up to the hours of my life
I've spent searching for those hands
That perfectly fill the spaces between my fingers.
So I rest in these moments that lie in between.
Assured,
For I know that these same shells I find,
that whisper the ocean,
are also found on your shores,
and these peonies, that bloom in my heart,
are the best of the scents in yours too.
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