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Some distances aren't measured in steps
But in how much heat each person can hold
One hand reaches with quiet conviction
The other hesitates in practiced caution
Intentions rise at different speeds
Warming the room unevenly
What is offered feels precise and steady
Yet never lands at the same temperature
As what returns
The mismatch lingers
Not sharp, not soft, simply present
Every gesture carries its own climate
And climates rarely synchronize on command
Wrong temperature
A nearness that cannot settle
Too warm for distance
Too cool for surrender
Expectation leans forward
Response leans back
Each trying to find a neutral midpoint
That refuses to appear
One heart conserves its warmth like rationed light
The other offers more than the moment can absorb
Neither intention is flawed
Just measured by different internal scales
The room holds both efforts
But cannot fuse them
As if the air itself resists choosing a side
What rises drifts upward
What cools sinks out of reach
Wrong temperature
The balance always slightly off-center
Too much heat reshapes the outline
Too little leaves the surface untouched
Both sides give with sincerity
Yet sincerity alone
Cannot equalize degrees
If harmony ever forms
It won't come from forcing warmth or stillness
But from letting each temperature be named
Without blame
Wrong temperature
Two offerings carried in different currents
Circling the same space
Without settling into equilibrium
A quiet truth
Not every mismatch needs to be repaired
The air steadies