2

You came all the way to my home,
as if distance were just a habit
and habits can be broken
gently, without words.
The light in the hallway changed.
Things stopped being "mine"
and started being "between":
air, mug, silence, key in the lock.
You didn't say anything big.
You just stood like that,
so my body stopped apologizing.
And I understood
that waiting isn't emptiness —
it's a place getting ready
for your step.