Sunday, May 24, 2020

Wrote - Woven

There’s something about us this Sunday
I can’t put my finger on it,
But then again, I can’t put a finger on you

You’re a few hundred kilometers away in your land-locked city
You miss the sea breeze, you say

Being so far apart
Silences can be imagined
Manifested from the lack of face-to-face

I can sense your trepidation
There is such an urgency to reunite
I'm symmetric to you and we're on the same page

Despite the distance, we manage to hold on to each other
I write you 5 words off the top of my head
And you weave me a sweet story

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