Drifting Love, Tokyo
I cross a bridge in Tokyo and look down
no, it can’t be real.
Two people in a small boat,
floating in the middle of somewhere
or nowhere.
They’re together,
but looking away.
Close enough to touch,
yet each held in their own thoughts.
Is this what love can look like?
Not lost
but not anchored either.
Maybe this is a kind of intimacy? That lets silence exist between two people, reminding us that love doesn’t always move in one direction.
- Jacob Aue Sobol
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