She's chasing 3,809 miles
to craft a new home in uncharted blues,
a ribbon of road spinning out like a promise
beneath a sky holding tomorrow’s breath.

Your silhouette molds into ours,
familiar like the rhythm of a well-loved song
on this last voyage shared between heartbeats,
yet even in this closeness, there’s a silence growing louder.

I’m trying to understand
how the sense of distance sharpens
just when paths are about to diverge—
a paradox of closeness and impending separation.

At dawn,
you were close enough to share a pulse,
but as the day stretches its shadows,
your dreams sketch paths I cannot follow.

I find no softness
in the stark truth
that soon you won’t be here,
but there’s pride in my lungs
and a fierce resolve
to hold tight to these fleeting seconds
until you chase your next horizon—

We part not as travelers sharing a road,
but as souls woven from countless shared smiles,
the tears we dared to let fall,
and a promise—
not a final farewell,
but a promise of tales tangled again
in some yet unwritten chapter.

Across those vast miles,
my friend,
the stargazer,
the moonchild,
may you find the calm and joy
you seek,
stepping boldly,
adorned with the quiet grace
that has always been your truest cloak.