dialogue

We converse in my heart.

Is it of my imagination? or is it of my reality?

I heard your voice all the way from Paris,

to Dubai,

then from Italy,

to Rome,

then from San Francisco,

to New York City.

Are you closer? Or does this distance make the heart grows fonder?

Go further if you so wish,
but this dialogue we exchange,
in my heart,
it will stay,
in my heart,
it will repeat,
until the day you are closer,
until this distance is of nonexistence.

"And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." -Khalil Gibran