The unwalked miles!

His surname didn't matter to me
His sapphire-blue eyes did
Feelings melted down his shivering voice when he recited Robert Frost
"Miles to go before I sleep" was his favorite line in the world.
He had repeated it 73 times in a day when we were together
Yes we were often together now
He had promised me roses on Valentine's day
I promised to walk all those miles with him.
He was excited about the clothes his father had gifted him
It was a piece of his homeland
A memory of his existence
He said he'll wear those in the most special day of his life
I was waiting for him it was the day of love
But I could hear the sound of hatred go off
I hurried out and saw him right there
The roses in his hand redder than usual
His Iranian fabric stained in a native's blood
"I am not a terrorist" he said as his gaping chest hole squeezed out his life
The man armed with a gun and others armed with words stared in disbelief
His fingers clutch the roses tight
As he sleeps now on my lap
Promises were kept he is sleeping now
Just the miles were left unwalked!