Bodies may have mass,
But souls are the ones which occupy places.
Indefinitely, at least a few souls have left their imprints on you,
Leaving little but all too noticable traces.
Yet, none of this is temporary.
You see I've always felt that people may come and go, but souls stay connected forever.
They're like buds of the same flower,
Having the grit of the same bark,
Relations often happen to turn sour,
But souls stay connected even when afar.
Often, a feeling envelopes me,
Part jealousy, part possessiveness, part agitation and part helplessness.
I shall have to move and to stay in touch forever,
No one assures me that guarantee.
People slip into the void created by your absence so easily,
Yet few know how you tried to move on,
Oh so painfully.
And in those days I comfort myself,
By knowing that,
Distance hardly matters,
To keep in touch, you have the power.
There will be distance in your words,
But none in your message.
There will be distance in the way you live your lives,
But none between who you choose to live it with.
There will be distance in your bodies,
But none between your souls.
Because bodies may have mass,
But souls are the ones which occupy places.