Four months ago, I smiled at the possibility of seeing you
face to face and up close.
Three months ago, I told you to pack light; you don't need a lot for the beach.
Two months ago, we asked ourselves if this was right. Should I cancel my flight?
One month ago, we video chatted and I cried.
Today I made your favourite meal
and you made mine.
We got drunk on laughs and wine
through a screen,
close but far away.
We're not dead, just
distant.
I'm not scared, just
changing.
I still smile at the possibility of seeing you.
