There he stands, a man of simple needs,
Thoughts plain, but love, a garden of white lilies.
Beneath the sky’s muted hues, she takes a glimpse,
Lost in her memory, held by unseen hands, she sighs.
Far apart, yet her smile, still lightens the room,
Echoing through his closed rooms, filling them with sakura.
Not close no more, still eyes closed they dwell,
A reality not so distorted, a silent devotion to tell.
Dreams woven into commitments, facing the unknown,
Striving in their distance, their love grows.
The melody of his heart, is her voices on repeat,
Dancing with her ghosts, frail like her and also so sweet.
Ordinary moments no more, far away dreams they are,
Drinking the agony of the distance, we silently scream.
A journey woven in promises, our story patiently unfolds,
A story like no other, none that has ever been told.
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