A Year of Silent Distance | Poem

She was the moon,

I was the sun.

We were never meant to meet,

yet for one year, our paths crossed daily.

Now it is rare… or maybe gone.


Her smile, her eyes, her presence—

all stayed quietly in memory.


And that one glance she gave me,

stayed longer than the moment itself.


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