Miles apart, still yours.

MILES APART, STILL YOURS. by Raphina Gaines I left you not because I stopped loving you, But because love, alone, was not enough To close the miles between us. I had to leave the house we never built, Before it became a house of longing. Distance was not just kilometers, It was time zones and missed calls, Your morning when my night was still hurting, My goodnight sent when you were already dreaming Of a life that didn't include me. There were nights I almost called, Nights my thumb hovered over your name, Nights I wrote messages I never sent, Because hearing your voice would make me stay And staying would break us both slowly. And yet, I think of you every day. In the quiet between tasks, When the city is too loud, When a song we once shared plays in a random store There you are, again, Not as a wound, but as a prayer I never stopped saying. I wish things were different. I wish love was a bridge we could have walked across. I wish I could have been closer, Not just in my heart, but in your everyday Making coffee, arguing about small things, Falling asleep on the same tired couch, Waking up knowing you are really there. But wishing is not living, And loving you meant letting you go, So you wouldn't have to carry Half a love that could only meet you halfway. So I wouldn't have to pretend that missing you was enough. So if you ever wonder, On a quiet, rainy night, When the window is wet and the city is blurred, Whether I still think of you Yes. Every day. Not with regret, but with a tender ache, The kind that says: You were real. We were real. And even though it didn't work, A part of me will always be yours, Softly, from miles apart.