Aphelion

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There's a word for the moment you realize distance isn't measured in miles it's measured in silence. When you're furthest from yourself. When home becomes a memory you're still living inside, when clarity feels like exile. Aphelion is that word. These poems name the ache of drifting while your feet stay planted, the coldness that teaches us what warmth meant, the solitude that arrives in crowded rooms. Here is the truth we've been orbiting all along.