and how they sound eerily similar when broken

and I never really figured out why people think time apart could in any way heal things that can only ever be overcome together

distance is not a remedy for brokenness
I know this

because for weeks
I did not hold your hand
or kiss your lips
or hear your voice
or feel your warmth

and for weeks
I tried to convince myself
that happiness was universal
and did not only soley exist in
the folds of your arms and
the spaces between your fingers

I have spent far too many nights
revisiting old photographs and looking at them as if they were sheet music
beautiful and misunderstood

and now

I look at maps like autobiographies
because I would always be searching for some distant place to call home

I always just assumed it would be among your heart and between your bones