9,079.78 Miles

Our love
is a geography.
where the map
of our hearts
are tangled
by longitudes
and latitudes.
Its terrains
hide a treasure
that we have
but cannot hold.

It is, also,
an astronomy.
where the light
travels in a vacuum
in a Julian year,
and despite
the distance,
our yearning
traverses
the darkness
in space

I like to believe
that despite we
are denied of
proximity,
we are linked
by something
a red string,
perhaps?

For now,
I'll let the sun
see you first
every morning
or the vibration
of my call
waking you up
before the school
bell rings.

But one day
we will be on our way,
our different maps
clutched in our hands
ready to journey

with only a flicker
of home amid
the different
diverging roads.