There is a distance between us
that does not ask to be crossed—
only understood.
A little room for the truth
to arrive without knocking,
a little quiet
where neither of us has to disappear.
If love is a door,
let it open both ways.
Let the light decide
what we are ready to see.
A note on this poem
Some distances are not failures of love. They are the space that lets two people meet honestly, without asking either person to become smaller.
