Distance
Seated a thousand miles away,
I read the words you have written.
I savour them slowly: one by one,
And wonder if they are meant for me.
As they settle in my mind,
I catch a whiff of your cologne.
It reminds me of your eyes,
Your hands, your smile, your thoughts.
I smile at my moment of weakness,
And wish you were back home.
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