Hill Country Region

Miles mean nothing

We can fold a map and be next door

We can send a smile in a second and a whisper in an instant

Its not the distance that is hard

Its the reaching next to me in the middle of the night and grabbing a fistful of sheets

Its the waking up with a good morning and the seconds to minutes that last forever before a reply comes in

Its the lagging videos and the silences between sentences in a phone call when you can’t just stare into their eyes and know what they’re thinking or what they’ll say before they say it

Its the inability to hug you when you cry, kiss you when you laugh, look longingly across the room after a fight

That is whats hard