I fold the silence into paper,
address it to your absence,
and let the ink wander
where my voice could not.
Every word is a bridge half‑
built across distance,
collapsing into the river
before you ever arrive.
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Comments1
Very nice the bridge half built seems like the other half must be built by the other individual. A wonderful read
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