One Thousand Two Hundred Ninety

Poem about lost, long distance love

One Thousand Two Hundred Ninety 

 

Her eyes a rich honey hue, 

His eyes a California cool blue, 

One thousand two hundred ninety miles, 

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll see you in a while.”

His callused fingers ran through her hair, 

And with every touch, her soul exposed bare, 

Three hundred, two hundred, one hundred miles, 

“If you get lonely, you know the number, just dial.”

Eyelashes tickling his feather soft cheeks, 

Lips locked softly, like two birds caressing beaks, 

Three, two, just one more mile,

“You’ll look so beautiful walking down the aisle.”

Where are you now, my sweet humble love?

Have you flown away into your heavenly cove?

One thousand, ten thousand, one million miles,

“Our condolences”, they whispered, as I stared down the dirt pile.