Long distance relationship

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I knew I wouldn't stop loving you,
wherever you were. 
200 miles only on the outside.

But I had no idea I would feel beautiful,
for the first time,
when you weren't around.

That when I invited myself to the dance,
I found it was waiting for me,
wildflower in the mirror.



LJ Ireton, 2025


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