The Distance Between Us

It begins with the smallest thought of you,

like a spark threading through silence,

sudden, steady, alive.

Even before the sound of your voice,

I feel it,

that tug across the unseen wires between us,

pulling me closer.

I don’t need maps,

I don’t need doors unlocked,

just the way your name carries itself in my chest.

Every time you need me,

I am already half-way there,

steps ahead of my own shadow.

And yet,

there’s more than rushing in to rescue,

more than the comfort of being near.

Because here’s the turn:

it isn’t about saving at all.

It’s about standing,

side by side,

through storms neither of us asked for,

through nights too heavy for one to carry.

It’s knowing you’ve carried me, too

without asking,

without fanfare,

without needing the world to notice.

So when I say I’m coming,

it’s not to lift you from the weight,

it’s to carry it with you,

to prove that together

we are unbreakable in ways

neither of us could be alone.

Love, after all,

isn’t the call or the answer,

it’s the endless, unwavering presence

between the two.