Are we too far?

Here,
miles away yet
leering over
the same sea
the same sun,
waiting for it to set.
Are we too far?
I’d say.
There,
a little sand on your face
a little on your hands, while
mine is
still clear
mine are
still empty.
Are we too far?
I’d say.
There,
a letter
sent out in a bottle
by dint of the sea.
Here,
I’m waiting,
for it is yet to
be answered
or perhaps,
for it is yet to
be uncovered.
Are we too far?
I’d say.
There,
one letter
another text
a second month
one more smile
is missed.
Are we too far?
I’d say.

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