on opposite sides
“sometimes i wonder
if it’s the distance between us
that keeps growing,
or if it’s us
slowly forgetting
how to stay.
miles don’t scare me anymore.
i’ve learned how to live with space—
with unanswered texts,
with nights that stretch
longer than they should.
what scares me now
is how natural it feels,
how absence stopped asking
for permission.
we still talk,
but carefully—
choosing words like they might break
something fragile
we never named.
your voice reaches me,
but your thoughts arrive late,
like they took a different road
and never looked back.
i miss when closeness
didn’t need explaining,
when silence felt full
instead of heavy,
when being apart
wasn’t rehearsal
for losing each other.
so i keep wondering, quietly,
if distance is doing this to us—
or if we’re the ones
slowly parting,
learning how to exist
on opposite sides
of the same memory.”