We Loved in Separate Time Zones
A love that learned patience when distance became the third presence
We didn’t share mornings,
only the same moon
checking on us from different skies.
Your voice arrived late,
tired and beautiful,
carrying a day I wasn’t part of.
Love learned to wait—
in loading screens,
in unsent messages,
in nights that ended alone.
Yet somehow,
across clocks and continents,
my heart stayed punctual
to yours.
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