I feel adrift, questioning our very existence
The time zones separate us like night and day,
Yearning for closeness in a world of disarray
I ache for you, my zawja, with unwavering doubt,
Hoping for a future where we can break out
Our love, once vibrant, now fades into the past,
Haunted by shadows that forever cast
In the depths of separation's relentless peak,
We grasp for a love we can no longer seek
Tears fall freely as we navigate this crushing low,
Our hearts heavy with the weight of what we can't know