Read Poem: Distance, by Ivan Vynarchyk

The distance between us could not be reduced.
Words that cannot be described to describe this distance;
All this was subordinated to stop time.
Time is all we have until we start counting it down.

Yesterday I went out on the street where you recently settled.
I resisted the wind, but I left, I was in no hurry, because I felt you.

Let the angels sing in heaven about our future when we fall asleep.
Let the November wind carry the yellowed leaves through the long streets, diluting the silence.
May each of us be closer to understanding that everything passes and is born again.
Let our love cool and flare up until we are afraid to be honest with ourselves.
Now I stand in front of your house in a window that lights the light of our closeness.
Soon you will go to bed and the house will absorb the night, but I know I will come again tomorrow.

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