We don’t talk as much these days
But silence has its quiet ways
You're a few steps past my reach
But not so far I can’t still teach
The air between us isn’t cold
Just a space that time can hold
You’re a little far, still close
Like a line that softly slows
Not apart, but out of frame
Still I whisper your name
And in this calm, I find the truth
I haven’t stopped feeling you
Coffee’s made, your cup stays clean
But I don’t mind the in-between
You still live in daily things
Like folded notes and quiet rings
Not all distance means goodbye
Sometimes love just learns to lie—low
You’re a little far, still close
Like a line that softly slows
Not apart, but out of frame
Still I whisper your name
And in this calm, I find the truth
I haven’t stopped feeling you
