Tangling into the being of each another
Promises ensuing - an indivisible mess
Can distance triumph impressions?
Time always tells.
Yet moving forward thanks to time
The inextricable mess has been made.
The distance, the physical fate
Has widened the divide between the pair
We take a step back and see-
If we take another, could we still see?
Are we extrapolating the gap betwixt?
Searching for a better outlook,
Or are we strangers again?