Nestled in that patchwork quilt
Of cornfields, buildings, and pavement.
I can’t see or hear you now,
But feeling matters more.
Do you feel me too?
My love is a patchwork
A piece here, a piece there
The threads stretching between continents at times.
I don’t need these eyes,
This moment is proof enough.
But I’m glad for them
Because I’ll be seeing you soon.