In the space where dreams reside, Our homes stand far, yet souls abide. The distance whispers soft and low— A melody only hearts can know. Yet wires hum, and screens alight, Binding us through day and night. These words, like woven threads, do sew The seams that distance cannot stow. With every text, our worlds align, A bridge of words, our fingers sign. Until we meet, where time suspends, And laughter greets, where longing ends. For now, we craft in whispered tone, A tapestry from chat and phone. Through this, our bond remains a must, A steadfast tie, a gentle trust.