distance
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The compass has not changed, but the road home has been bent, leaving a mother to wait while every room still points toward her boys.
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She hated the place while she lived there, yet memory still aches for its mountains, smoke-filled summers, and the person she was inside them.
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Silence becomes its own language in the lingering glances, unfinished goodbyes, and distance that never teaches the heart to wander.
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He crossed an ocean while she crossed the distance between fear and sleep, meeting somewhere in the safety of a voice through a screen.
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Somewhere between packed boxes and the road out of British Columbia lived the quiet thought that almost made her stay.
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Love survives silence, waiting, and imperfect timing through the stubborn hope of one day sharing an ordinary life together.
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A mother hopes her children are collecting summer joy even as she aches over all the moments she is missing.
Between Bruises & Blooms 