This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Soka chapter.
Distance isn’t a test it’s a knife
I learned it the hard way
As he slowly drifts away
It’s the wind that blows your fragile paper boats down the river
Away from your body and the non-existent heart that floated away with him
As he slowly drifts away
The views atop the mountains I conquered took my breath
But it took all my senses to not feel the pain
As he slowly drifts away
Distance isn’t a test it’s a wall made of diamond
It’s a barrier between life and death
As he slowly drifts away.