Patchwork

You’re there
Somewhere
Nestled in that patchwork quilt
Of cornfields, buildings, and pavement.

Miles high,
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
Sewn together
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.

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