20-hours flight away

I hear your voice cracking on the phone, and i see your tears across the seas

dropping like the water of the seas.

I want to cry with you so I can show you the same, but I don’t

 

We had the chance to be, yet we became only with 20-hours flight away.

with oceans,seas,countries,rivers,cars and tears away.

Yet, we stayed.

We are, yesteardy now and then.

 

We took the challenge, to become.

we cuddled on the phone and promised to kill the distance

we repeated the same words like a mantra- distance is nothing,

our souls settle everynight and every day in dreams.

your day is my night, and my night is your day.

 

We said that, but none of us believed it.

At least I didn’t.

I don’t because I want to be next you, to smell your scent

to hold your hands in the cold, to read scientific articles

and to hear you voice, your real voice.

 

So maybe we’re who we are.

But we’re not up to distance.

 

I write these words when I’m 20-hours flight away from you,

but as soon as I speak to you all my fears shatter away.

Because you make me believe

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By aicha bint yusif

Writing is my key to free spaces. I write to let things out and to chronicle some, and you're more than welcome to read them.

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