Day 38: 23 January 2024
50 poems a dayTuesday's passage, a distant moon,
Three hours apart, our time a boon.
I sensed your weariness, the distance clear,
Yet know, my love, your heart is near.
In absence, my comfort may seem remote,
But in every beat, love's antidote.
I stumble, imperfect in this dance,
Yet, together, we find sweet romance.
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