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The Unbroken Wait: A Poem

  • Dec 23, 2025
  • 1 min read

My heart keeps its vigil

in the white silence of winter,


measuring the miles

between us with the steady beat of hope.


I still hear the ghost of your laughter—

it catches my tears before they fall.


I am waiting for the thaw,

for the day the distance dissolves


 I can finally hold you close again.


 
 
 

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