The Face Of My Soul: The Shape Of Waiting

The distance between them is no longer measured by space, but by the landscapes they carry within. They have found the courage to remain at the same table, to share the same silence, and to wait without turning away. Two glasses stand as quiet witnesses to a promise neither of them knows how to fulfill.

An invisible guest still lingers between them not as fear alone, but as memory, expectation, and the restless noise of becoming. Love has already arrived, yet it cannot be fully received while their inner worlds continue speaking louder than their hearts.

Perhaps every soul must first make peace with itself before it can truly recognize another. Until then, they remain suspended in this delicate interstice close enough to stay, yet still learning how to arrive.