I stitch tomorrow from thin strands of maybe,
weaving homes in places I’ve never seen,
chasing footprints that fade
before they touch the ground.
I count the miles in heartbeats,
each one a coin tossed into the wishing well of us.
The wind carries your name
but still, I gather it like loose thread,
trying to mend the distance.
I mortgage my peace for passage,
selling sleep and sanity to buy time,
while you wait beyond the waves.
The paperwork stacks like clouds,
heavy with rain I cannot feel.
I taste saltwater on the edge of my dreams,
when I slip promises into the wind,
when I carve her name into the spine of my days?
I trade the hours for prayers,
for loopholes in borders,
for a chance to stand before her
without the weight of oceans.
turning my pockets inside out for hope,
pulling stars from the sky
to light a path she might follow,
even if it leads her through me.