I miss but you miss me more...

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**A Breath Between Us**
*Jessy Jacob ❤️*

I know when your fingers touch the cigar,
the smoke does not rise alone�"
it settles in my lungs,
because you never loved the burning,
yet you let it ache,
as if pain could travel
through air
just to reach me.

I miss you�"
and you say you miss me more.
But how can love be measured
when the same distance
steals the breath
from both our chests?

Tonight I pray and whisper to God,
on this sacred Shivaratri,
“Bring us together,
make us what my heart already knows�"
what my husband longs to be.”

And God asks softly,
“What distance stands between you
that no one can trespass?”

I answer�"
“A single breath.
The one I inhale,
and he exhales.”

There is no void,
no empty space
that can exist between us.
Such absence
was never created
for love like ours.

Thank You, God,
for blessing us.
On this holy night,
we bow in prayer�"
two souls,
one breath,
forever held
in You.

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Jessy Jacob ❤️.