lending the sky its
orange, pink and
purple haze,
I think of the
thousands of miles
that separates me
from the only one
that I need.
I waited for the first
star of this longest night
to appear and made a wish.
That someday, somehow
these miles will turn
into mere inches,
until with a catch of breath,
even these inches
would soon disappear.
As those lips
that muttered
the same prayer
from thousands of miles
apart would finally meet.
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