Two Months

Through all the hell
and all the pain of life,
we made it further.
We both saw the second month.
Though most if it
we spent with distance between us,
our hearts didn't budge
despite the 40 miles between us...
If anything, it made it stronger.
The longing more potent
and the need more evident...
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder
I never understood this phrase
until I felt myself die every time I left.
I now understand
and I will make sure never to say goodbye
but see you soon instead.

The End

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