My Heart Crosses Oceans

Tonight the window is open and the same breeze that touched your city hours ago now brushes my skin, and I wonder if the wind carries memory. I press my hand flat against the glass and imagine the warmth of your palm meeting mine through all that empty air. Every mile between us feels less like distance and more like a long breath we're holding together.

I keep your voice messages saved like little lanterns I light whenever the quiet gets too heavy. One day I'll close this gap with a single step and fall into you, and all these nights of missing will fold into the past like a letter finally delivered. Until then, these words are my hands reaching across the map to find you.